The worst date I have ever been on was with a man named Riley.

It started with a man, once bulbous, now skeletal, as he slaved over molten silver day in and day out, creating drachmae for his ruthless, handsome Master.

I’m from Colombia—or Columbia. Either way, it’s fine. Not a huge difference, really.

An unremarkable office building sits between a supermarket and a pet store, largely ignored by pedestrians on the street...