The Way the World Ends (Warmer, #1)

by Jess Walter

Well. Screw you, associate asshole dean. Screw you, impending doom, climate and otherwise, screw pretraumatic stress disorder, screw bangs and blizzards, frozen eggs, thawing ice caps, screw it all! That’s what this improvised Irish coffee tastes like—a warm cup of screw you.

“Boyfriend,” she says. “Trying to salvage a relationship.” Salvage. As if she and Bashir were a shipwreck at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Something familiar about having a voice in one ear pushing him to burn something, to stop caring about what people think and just be himself.