“Ireally liked the dog from your Tinder profile,” I said to him, looking gingerly around at the baggage he had decided to bring to our date. It’s a first date. Usually people leave their issues — and things — at home for those. He couldn’t.
“Oh, you won’t believe it,” he laughed, setting his guitar down on the cobbled step below us.
“I took him from a beach in Portugal. So cute, isn’t he?”
“You just… took him?” I get a shrug in turn.