The first thing I learned about her? How good A-line dresses looked on her. She’s the only reason I know what A-line dresses even are.

That first night, it was too chaotic to remember with any real clarity.

The liquid bourbon of her voice – she knew it was intoxicating, little tart. She saw how she already led me by my nose, eyes crinkled in a knowing smile, scanning my face, quick blips and trips, her index finger and middle, wrapped around the bridge of my nose.