Arrows Through Archer

by Nash Summers

What could I say? Danny, please don’t make your father go see her. It might break my heart?

“So, I don’t know. You like puzzles and whiskey. And you listen to classic rock with me, although I’m painfully aware you don’t like it. And you love those chocolate cupcakes I brought home from the bakery last week, but you hate the bran muffins I make. And you like running and guns and silence, and Sarah doesn’t like any of those things.”

“What are we doing, Archer?” Mallory asked. Falling in love, I thought. But instead I said, “Kissing.”