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Margot met Robert on a Wednesday night toward the end of her fall semester. She didn’t earn tips at the movie theatre, but the job was boring otherwise, and she did think that Robert was cute. “Concession-stand girl, give me your phone number,” he said, and, surprising herself, she did.She was working behind the concession stand at the artsy movie theatre downtown when he came in and bought a large popcorn and a box of Red Vines.“That’s an . Not so cute that she would have, say, gone up to him at a party, but cute enough that she could have drummed up an imaginary crush on him if he’d sat across from her during a dull class—though she was pretty sure that he was out of college, in his mid-twenties at least. But the next week he came into the movie theatre again, and bought another box of Red Vines. “You managed not to insult me this time.”She shrugged. From that small exchange about Red Vines, over the next several weeks they built up an elaborate scaffolding of jokes via text, riffs that unfolded and shifted so quickly that she sometimes had a hard time keeping up.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.Robert came to pick her up in a muddy white Civic with candy wrappers spilling out of the cup holders.On the drive, he was quieter than she’d expected, and he didn’t look at her very much.” she said.“If you want,” he said.“If you want” was such an unpleasant response that she sat silently in the car until he poked her leg and said, “What are you sulking about? “I’m just a little tired.”“I can take you home.”“No, I could use a drink, after that movie.” Even though it had been playing at the mainstream theatre, the film he’d chosen was a very depressing drama about the Holocaust, so inappropriate for a first date that when he suggested it she said, “Lol r u serious,” and he made some joke about how he was sorry that he’d misjudged her taste and he could take her to a romantic comedy instead.

But he was still disconcertingly quiet, and all her bubbling attempts at making conversation bounced right off him.

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.

The store didn’t have Red Vines, so he bought her a Cherry Coke Slurpee and a bag of Doritos and a novelty lighter shaped like a frog with a cigarette in its mouth.“Thank you for my presents,” she said, when they were back outside.

Robert was wearing a rabbit-fur hat that came down over his ears and a thick, old-fashioned down jacket.

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.