Camilla’s eyes are quickly drawn to the framed poster on the wall of the entryway. “Wait, that’s Spider Venom. I’ve heard them on WTUL. They sing that song I like, ‘Send For Your Love’.”

“Knowing that I didn’t have to work those jobs to support myself and that I could just walk off when and if it got too uncomfortable, could never fully give me the appreciation of what it’s like to be a person who didn’t have that option.

“I just don’t. You’re a little too church boy. Too pretty. Perfect teeth. Smooth light brown skin. Dimples on your cheeks. This isn’t your lane.”

“Or you were an actor or something. Something to do with the arts. You just have that artist look. That big wavy pompadour and the slick sideburns. Your skinny jeans with the flared bottoms and your boots. The cool retro Jimi Hendrix tee…. And your teeth are perfect too. Did you ever have braces?”