“We just started dating,” I say, trying to sound casual and not protective. Luna picks herself out of a slouch, and our eyes meet in a moment of clarity. We’re dating. What else would I call this trip to a dive bar in the middle of the night? It’s not a casual outing of two friends. I’m taking her to Thirsty Goose with the implication that I might kiss her, might buy her a drink, might even fuck her later…slow down.
