A Million Dollars for a Drink

Summary

The first time I saw Finn, he was working a shift at my dad’s karaoke bar. I fell for him, hard and fast. After six months of relentlessly pursuing him, he finally said yes.

One day, nearing his graduation, he invited me to a cheap motel near his university, just like he always did. After we’d finished, he lit a cigarette and, without preamble, asked, “Girls like you, when you’re done having your fun, you’ll probably just go back home and marry some ‘decent guy,’ right?”

I felt a surge of confusion. “What exactly do you mean by ‘decent guy’?”