We decided to go to 7-11 to restock our caffeine supplies. He wanted his favorite brand of iced coffee; I wanted some of those Yerba Mate energy drinks. These caffeine treks had become a new sort of love language for us, my growing feelings manifesting through the memorization of his coffee order.
He parked the car, turned on Radiohead’s “Last Flowers,” and said he’s been thinking a lot about us. I unbuckled my seatbelt to go inside — but he didn’t. Were we going inside?
He said he was…
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