I stared at him. Did I call him attractive? Again? Fuck. I think I did. Dear brain, Please disengage all talking operations. Actually, just shut down all mouth functionality. Cease all operations. Error 404, file not found, something to make it stop. I’d even take a fatal error, blue screen of death right now . . . “You okay?” he asked. “You look kinda green.” I put my hand to my forehead. “I’m trying not to talk. Because when I open my mouth, stupid shit comes out. As I’m sure you just witnessed. Exhibit A in all its glory.”
