I’ve moved before I realize I’m going to, and suddenly Stephanie is in my arms and I’m carrying my fake girlfriend through the Upper West Side as she mutters threats in my ear, and even though my deli...
Stephanie, huh? I ask, when she doesn’t respond. You go by Steph? No. Not Steph. she says as we cross the street to the familiar green and white Starbucks logo. My ex-boyfriend called me that so I’m k...