You were a vegetarian and so was I. You'd stopped eating meat because you felt like it was the healthy thing to do. I'd stopped eating meat because my college boyfriend was a vegetarian.
Somehow, we both wound up working in a burger joint. All day long, every day, we carried thick, white porcelain plates laden with ground, grilled beef to tables of happy customers. We brought ketchup and mustard and little ramekins of barbecue sauce. We supplied extra napkins to wipe the savory juices.
The scent of beef permeated our clothes, the sound of sizzle buzzed in our ears.
One day you said, "Would it be so bad?"
I said, "I'm not in college anymore."
You said, "We could split one."
And we did.
And it was delicious.