Phone in the right hand, cigarette in the left. Right thumb scrolling the Grindr grid, left thumb flicking ashes. Left leg propped on banister, right leg crossed and jostling with anticipation.

I had assumed the position on my back patio.

The sun was setting, the kids were with their mom, and I was standing at the precipice of a four-day weekend. Tina beckoned me with euphoric recall.