Waiting for ramen, Hector and I are beginning to irritate one another. I suggest drinking sake bombs. The restaurant does not allow it. We drink the sake and beers separately. For once, Hector is unimpressed.
I provide unrequested constructive criticism on Hector's Tinder bio until our food comes.
"Do you realize you've ordered the exact drink or meal as me since we've met?"
The size and salt of the ramen agitates me. We decide to go to St. Marks Place. It is a street my parents partied on 50 years ago.
Subway to St. Marks Place.
The journey rejuvenates us. Hector and I bounce around St. Marks, laughing and making small talk. We order shots of tequila at a karaoke bar. He happily joins me when I perform Fall Out Boy's "Sugar We're Goin' Down." He and I have similarly poor taste. I show him photos I've starred on my phone that live in the favorites section: clothes, memes, and tattoo ideas. Two dogs crossing heads.