“Have you ever met someone who feels like they are a missing piece of you?” I ask. “A piece you didn’t even know you were missing until they stumbled into your life?”
“No, not really. You think that girl is yours?”
“I’ve known her for a week.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I know. But it doesn’t really matter. She’ll be leaving soon, anyway.” I grab the door handle. “I’m coming back to work as soon as she does.”
“Maybe she won’t want to leave.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say and exit the car.
Asya
I am standing in the middle of the shower stall, staring at the two bottles on the corner shelf. The black one is the bodywash for men I’ve been using since I got here. It has a woodsy scent with a hint of citrus and sage. It was there from the start, and it was the only one. Now, there is a d
