“No, tell me it’s not so. You . . . you put the ketchup directly on your fries?” Not even apologetic, I say, “Yup.” Then I snag a fry and put it in my mouth. “Perfect.” “I don’t know.” She leans back. “I don’t think I can stay on this date, not with someone who uses ketchup like that. Let me guess,” she whispers. “You put the toilet paper on like a mullet, not a beard.” “Mullets do have more fun.” “Check!” Luna shouts. “We need a check!”
