Matty pushed his cart through produce lined aisles under fluorescent lights. “Shit, out of potatoes?” The stock shortages are getting aggravating as hell. He checked his tinder account again, scrolling through all the rejected images of women, for inconsequential traits that reminded him of previous exes he would rather forget. “Where are you Tabitha,” she’d given him the time and place. “It’s almost 5 o’clock.” Is she worth breaking the quarantine for? It’s not like he could just go to…