“Look, dude. You don’t really know me, and I don’t really know you. I’m not into fancy, slimy food and listening to people sing live. I’m guessing you’re not into a lot of the things I like. It doesn’t really matter though, does it?” He was the one who’d told me he didn’t want any kind of future with me anyway. I wasn’t sure why he looked so disappointed. “I guess not,” he replied, twirling his chopsticks between his fingers. “Do you wanna ditch this place then?” “Please,” I replied with the first genuine smile I’d given him since we’d walked through the doors to this disaster zone.
