I'm too nice, really. I should work on being more harsh, selfish, or at least a little less selfless.
“Shit,” Paul curses under his breath as he tips over a jar of jelly. It joins the myriad of stains from cans of wet dog food and pre-made spaghetti sauce on the cabinets. The counters are no better off than the cabinets.
“What else you noticed?” Ed asked. The cool indifference some guys pulled off didn’t suit him, but Ed needed to try the attitude. He heard that the last time Camille went on any dates, she went with Adam. Adam rode bikes and his parents were divorced.