“What would it take for you to have coffee with me?” He breathed hard, picking up where we’d left off. Last time, I told him he’d need to save my life. I guess he just had. “For you to tell me why you want to do this.” “I need to fix you,” he said, his greens on my blues. To. Fix. You.”

“What would it take for you to have coffee with me?” He breathed hard, picking up where we’d left off. Last time, I told him he’d need to save my life. I guess he just had. “For you to tell me why you want to do this.” “I need to fix you,” he said, his greens on my blues. To. Fix. You.”

— L.J. Shen