“I just mean I like this art. It’s like, cool art, you know? I don’t like some paintings. Like Picasso or whatever.” “You don’t like Picasso?” “I mean, no, they’re all squiggly and weird. But this art … it’s good art. I like it.” I seriously want to die. “Do you?” His voice is light and airy. A little too innocent. “Some of these are very phallic. Didn’t think you were into that.” My cheeks burn like I’ve been thrust inside an oven. “Um, yeah, phallic art isn’t really my thing. But anyway. Um.”
