Cassie shifted in her chair briefly then explained that she too was also single. It turns out, she didn’t know where New York kept their most desirable lesbians either and even though she put in some good work during her early years, she was now letting fate decide her next relationship. So far, fate was proving it was too busy to help Cassie out. Then again, it was fortuitous that Kim had reached out after so long. Cassie leaned forward a little to finish her sentence, “So maybe I don’t know anything about fate or its plans.” For the first time all night, Cassie gave Kim a sign that this might actually be a date and less of a whatever. Kim gave Cassie a smirk and they let the moment settle.

“What instrument do you play? The guitar? Are you in a band?” Sheila asked then finally took a bite of her burger. It was just as she remembered it. It was absolutely a step above any casual stand cheeseburger, with its velvety layers of cheese and premium meat grind and a decent, but not messy flow of juice. Yet it still tasted like the burgers volunteer dads would make at high school football games; simple and classic. The combination of childhood nostalgia and palate orgasm would normally be illegal, but thankfully this was just a supremely perfect burger.

The Sisig was the first to arrive and was voraciously inhaled, but the exquisite taste sensations were dulled by the booming silence between them. Tracey looks over at Kevin who is multi-tasking his last few bites while scrolling on his phone. The couple to their right is in a trance of heated eye contact. Even in between bites of succulent pieces of glazed ribs (a dish categorically considered animalistic and unsexy), it was abundantly clear they were eye fucking the shit out of each other, imagining obscenities with each lick of a finger, sopping up sticky sauce.