what do you mean, it was a date?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“The—remember when I asked you to come to the fair with me? When I got Junior Mint for you?” “Yeah?” Belly asks. Conrad moves his lips like Well, and it feels like the world tilts on its axis. “That was a date?” Her voice comes out shrill and a little too loud, but she’s too shocked to give a shit. What the fuck.













