She wondered if perhaps he’d been trying to impress her by suggesting the Holocaust movie, because he didn’t understand that a Holocaust movie was the wrong kind of “serious” movie with which to impress the type of person who worked at an artsy movie theatre, the type of person he probably assumed she was.Maybe, she thought, her texting “lol r u serious” had hurt him, had intimidated him and made him feel uncomfortable around her. ” he demanded.“I’m twenty,” she said.“Oh,” he said.At first, she deflected this with another joke, because she really did have to study, but he said, “No, I’m serious, stop fooling around and come now,” so she put a jacket over her pajamas and met him at the 7-Eleven. He greeted her without ceremony, as though he saw her every day, and took her inside to choose some snacks.
She thought it was a good look for him, if a little dorky; the hat heightened his lumberjack aura, and the heavy coat hid his belly and the slightly sad slump of his shoulders.“You’re welcome, concession-stand girl,” he said, though of course he knew her name by then.
He was wearing khakis and a button-down shirt.“So, do you want to go get a drink?
” he asked when they got back to the car, as if being polite were an obligation that had been imposed on him.
They started saying good morning and good night, and when she asked him a question and he didn’t respond right away she felt a jab of anxious yearning. We’re in love, and we’re probably going to get married.”“Hmm,” her stepdad said.
She learned that Robert had two cats, named Mu and Yan, and together they invented a complicated scenario in which her childhood cat, Pita, would send flirtatious texts to Yan, but whenever Pita talked to Mu she was formal and cold, because she was jealous of Mu’s relationship with Yan.“Why are you texting all the time? “Tell him we have some questions for him.”“My parents are asking about u,” Margot texted, and Robert sent her back a smiley-face emoji whose eyes were hearts.