“It’s not my fault I dated a gay guy for two years.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and cross my arms across my chest. I’m a little defensive about this. “Hello? Earth to delusional. You didn’t find it odd you were dating a twenty-year-old guy who never tried to stick his dick in you?” Everly dumps beans into the industrial-sized grinder and raises a skeptical eyebrow in my direction. I hand her a stack of one-pound Grind Me bags labeled for individual sale and lean against the opposite counter. “I thought he respected me, not that he was afraid of vaginas,”
