“Let’s not. Normal is so boring,” I reply. He hands me one of the glasses. It’s a white wine. It smells fruity and oaky. I try the whole swirling and sniffing it thing but start cackling halfway through. So does Joe. Our eyes meet. “Normal is boring,” he muses. “You’re right. Let’s never be pretentious old fucks.” I nod. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
