I dream that I’m meeting with my high school best friend, M. I’m proud to show her how much of a grownup I am, I even pay for our Uber. I used to have a job this summer, I tell her. We stop at the department store, there’s a crowd in front of the entrance, nobody is wearing a mask which makes me a little nervous. We sneak inside and see a bunch of elegant people sitting at round tables. We’re embarrassed to realize we’ve crashed a wedding reception. Who gets married inside a department store anyway?