Third dates were interesting, Adelaide thought, because you’re sitting in this odd conversational limbo. You know the basics of another person’s life—their hometown, their job, their favorite drink, perhaps—but it’s still too early to brush past superficial topics and dig into the grittier details of their character. Her past conversations with Rory had been easy, like spreading warm butter on toast. This evening’s dialogue was choppier, a bit crumbly.
