Come and Get It

by Kiley Reid

and more than anything, what Emily had said became a funny thing between Naomi and Agatha, Emily gleaning that if Agatha was gay, then she must be gay for Emily and her sports bras.

Okay. So when people are that good-looking? It makes me uncomfortable. It’s like they’re not real. Do you know what I mean?”

when I was googling ‘young Richard Gere’ for like, five whole minutes. It was so pathetic. And I was just like, fuck. You are so good-looking. But if I met him? And he asked me out or something? I’d be like, no. Get away. You’re fake.”

Agatha hadn’t anticipated how sublime it would be to date an artist who was actually good at what they did. Sitting in a packed theater, ripped comp ticket in her pocket, Agatha found herself completely moved and, once or twice, close to tears.

The last year of her life had equipped her with what she knew was a pointless skill, but nonetheless, Millie knew that this house was six hundred square feet.

Tyler wasn’t actively cruel to Kennedy, but she definitely wasn’t all that nice. The small “Hey” she gave when Kennedy opened the door stung with the truce of roommate civility.

There wasn’t a single place that wouldn’t be made better by his presence (the post office, the DMV, a wedding, a hotel).

Everything with Robin was actually something else. The Thai food they had for lunch was “actually very good.” The houses and public library were “actually really nice.”