Trivia

We walked into a dive bar, a place that I had found through the Apple Maps suggestions of places nearby to get dinner. 

The place was hardly identifiable from the outside save for a single sign in a window where the curtains were drawn, but we walked in anyway.

The hostess yelled across the bar for us to seat ourselves and that she would be with us momentarily.

He got a sandwich, I got chicken strips, and we just talked and ate and laughed and enjoyed the presence of the moment. 

He noticed a sign on the wall that said the bar hosted trivia nights on Thursdays, which meant we would be around for the game. 

He was on the scholastic bowl team growing up, and I thought I had a good-sized brain in my head, so we decided to play. 

The guy on the mic for the trivia rounds kept making fun of how young we were, cracking jokes about how the questions weren't relevant because they were about events that happened before we were born. 

Everyone thought we were a couple, and for the majority of the night, it felt like we were.

We took a picture together, the drunk Millenials thinking that we should get one while I was visiting to remember the trip.

We were laughing so hard, looking at each other when the first picture was taken.

I've worked that picture into my phone background now. 

He described the photo himself as being "too good," a sentiment that I can do nothing but agree with. It's wholesome, it's pure, it's happy, and it captures the connection that we have. 

I lied when I said I was done with him, that I wouldn't fall for him again.

I fall for him again every time I think about that night,

every time I see that picture.

We lost every round of trivia, but I won his smile that night.

That was better, anyway.

-Laine Waters

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