…warm light above the booth I shared with Caty is glistening off the tip of my nose -- I can see it in the bottom of my peripheral vision. I want to wipe it clean of the shiny oil that seeped from my pores but it seemed like it could be a rude interruption of Caty’s chatter. She’s talking about “some serious shit” -- that’s how she phrased it when she texted me not five minutes after my body was melting into my…

By Lauren Michelle