Happy Hour

by Marlowe Granados

I hadn’t expected that he had taken a liking to me. I didn’t think I had that part of my personality on.

I was happy I made an impression because when you are not looking to make one and do, it shows real magnetism.

I can’t imagine Alice existing alone in her home. She must dissolve when she’s not in public.

It’s much easier to seem silly and light than to be the sum of your experiences.

How lucky I am to feel the blush of romance and be young enough to break away unscathed, untouched, and free to make the mistake over and over!

but really, what is the difference between a cult and a boyfriend?

I do wonder whether who I am when I’m alone is who I am really. I feel most myself reeling off a sprightly rhythm of conversation to whoever may listen. But maybe that is just an element I am used to playing within. How can anyone, even a close friend, be so certain of me?

A lot of restaurants in America put too much Dijon in tartare.