I might be moving back to New York, I say, if this job offer pans out, but who knows if it will.
Don’t do that, you say.
Self-deprecate. It’ll pan out. You’re perfect for the job.
Thanks, I say, lean in for a kiss. It’s hard to hope, though.
I swear to God, I’m going to buy you a jacket that has a silver lining.
What does my hatred of silver linings have to do with my hatred of hope?
They’re all connected, babe.
Whatever, I say, laugh as I roll my eyes. Stop eating all my cake.
Honestly? Crepe cake doesn’t really taste like anything.
Then why are you eating it all?! It’s a texture thing, crepe cake. And the lack of sweetness thing. And, in this case, it’s the novelty of the rainbow thing.
Don’t you not like these kinds of made-for-Instagram kinds of things?
Yeah … I say, I don’t. But I have a weird thing for rainbow cake? And rainbow cookies, but rainbow cookies are legit awesome unless you get them from a terrible bakery. There’s a bakery on the way to my friend’s place in Bay Ridge that has bomb rainbow cookies, and they’re the ones I think about all the time.
When you move back, get some for me because I’m never going all the way down to Bay Ridge.
Sure. When I move back, will I see you more often?
All the fucking time. I mean, your dog loves me more than he loves you, so I’ll have to see him all the time.
Don’t ever come down to New York ever.