Forgetting Chuck Taylor

by Bailey Peters

Eva liked simple. She liked classic. A-line wedding dresses that fall off the hips just so. Oriental rugs on hardwood floors and the easy slant of light that makes just-mopped oak shine beneath your bare feet. Grocery stores with mood lighting where affluent people shop and cranberries glisten in pools of water to make your mouth salivate. Eva did not like things that made life complicated. Her feelings, if she acted on them, would absolutely make her life complicated.

I’m a sucker for a good friends to lovers trope. Is it okay if we take things slow?