“Hey,” he says to the girl, “if you wanna come along, I’m going to Wawa for lunch—” “Wawa?” she cringes. “Ew.” I almost laugh. Fuck, she hates Wawa. My smile stretches, decently entertained because Donnelly is going to lose his shit. “Ew?” he repeats. “Girl, Wawa is a great wonder of Philly—” “It’s just a convenience store. God, I don’t understand people’s obsession with it.” Donnelly cringes. “Didn’t you see my tattoo?” He rotates slightly and flashes her the inked Wawa logo on his shoulder blade.
