Three hours before sitting across
from the young man she knew just as Charlie, Lauren Augustin had
found herself quite hungry, so she started flipping through her
Tinder. She hadn’t needed to worry about finding guys since getting
the app: her main picture was the favorite she had of herself, the
angle of her straight jawbone and neck accentuated as she looked
slightly to the sky, framing her red upper lip over which curled a
long, pointed tongue, her brown hair swept by the wind to border the