Dirty (short stories)
“Is this real? Or still… whatever it was at the beginning?”
Table went quiet.
Ava looked at Finn.
Finn looked at Ava.
He took a breath.
“It started fake,” he said. “Ava hired me as an actor and I needed money. We made a deal but between spilled lasagna, dance-off, and her eye rolls… it stopped being fake.”
He turned to Ava. “I love you, since the coffee shop when you called my goat story stupid, I love your lists. your eye rolls,How you alphabetize spices then let me mess them up. I love you. I want this, for real. If you do.”