I let myself in Ellie’s door later. She gave me her spare key when she was sick, skipping fifteen relationship steps, so she didn’t have to get up off the couch and walk down the stairs to let me in. I like it, though, our unorthodox take at dating. We’re less a guidebook and more a vintage game of Candy Land—missing some cards and having to make up the steps as we go, but still full of color and sweetness, nonetheless.
