Love, Theoretically

by Ali Hazelwood

“Hi, Elsie.” He says my name like it’s familiar to him. The first word he ever learned. Second nature, and not just a bunch of vowels and consonants he’s barely had reason to use before.

Excweeze me? Why is my man not saying MY name like that?

“Are you doing it with me, too?” His scowl deepens. “What? No!” I can’t even read you! “Are you turning yourself into what I want? Is that why whenever I’m with you, I . . .”

I see you...... AGH gimme him