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Ava could smell dinner all the way from the end of the hallway leading to her apartment that evening. Shallots, thyme, lemon, chicken fat. It smelled incredible. She opened the door to find Mat pacing the kitchen with her Inquisitive Tongs in one hand and his phone in the other. Brutus circled her, thwacking his tail against her shins.
‘I know! Yes – exactly, man, exactly,’ Mat said. ‘This is what I’m saying. Millennials are ruining marketing. I mean, the subway ads alone are just… ridiculous.’
Ava was captivated by Mat’s end of the conversation, and especially his spark. She caught his eye and c****d her head, gesturing at the products around the apartment that Mat had bought from millennial subway marketers. Mat smiled and shrugged. She was comforted by his charm, even if it occasi
