After our first date in Chinatown, I couldn’t wait to tell Mazzy about Dino, how he was The One. I called her the next day until she picked up. I’d just gotten home from the library and made myself a pauper’s dinner: fried rice with mayonnaise, a bit of dried dill on top. Everything tasted good to me then. I ate it out of the pot while sitting on the fire escape, watching the fog roll in. Half the city was hot lilac, the other shushed and gray. I sat with my bare legs dangling over traffic, playing chicken with my slippers. If I could keep Mazzy on the phone with me, my bedroom wouldn’t seem so empty and soon enough I’d be asleep.