Love, Undisclosed

She had a favourite locker, one she tried to use every time. It felt a little silly, but she’d always been a creature of habit, following the same gym routine through her whole time on the college tennis team.

“Yeah, it was hard to get it straight on my own,” Cece said. Then: “Probably ‘cause I’m gay.”

She could feel Cece’s chest rising and falling behind her, and her heart fluttered.

She typed a query into Google: How to quit a job I’ve only had for a week?