Perhaps he wasn’t.
But either way, he fucking bailed at the first mention of compost.
“Are you a tree hugger?!” His eyes were wide. He hugged the space between us. I recalled the time in my life when I–in all actuality–hugged trees. And kissed them even.
“Aren’t we all?” Referring, of course, to the tree hugger within all of us.
And he’s gone. Something about more jello.