“Cats or dogs?” I’m sitting at the kitchen table in Landon’s newly furnished apartment, twirling lo mein noodles around a set of chopsticks, and waiting for his answer to this obviously crucial, but very easy-to-answer question.
Our low-key evening started with a half-hour debate about what takeout to order and has turned into a full-on game of trying to agree on anything whatsoever. So far, Chinese food has been the only common ground we’ve found.
When Landon takes too long to answer, too preoccupied with his sweet-and-sour chicken, I repeat the question. “Cats or dogs? Come on, this is an easy one.”
“Dogs,” he says with a firm nod. “I like cats, but they’re kind of boring. I could see myself adopting a golden retriever someday. Maybe even two.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Two big dogs is way
