Warm hue: honey and amber, the first sip of whiskey. I went on a date and he called me vanilla before asking what my favorite ice cream was. I said pistachio, he said chocolate. We had a mundane conversation about his work and love for dogs. We each took home our leftovers in styrofoam boxes. I wished the sweltering embrace of love would reach me again but I never saved his name in my phone and when he texted I had forgotten him already.