“Maybe we could trade stories,” Sam says then, and the look of surprise on his face tells Ruben he’s blurted it out.
“Stories?”
“About the places we’ve been. Or art, or something. Coffee.”
Ruben’s heart gives a flutter for the nervousness on Sam’s face and the way he winces at his choice of words. “We—”
“I don’t mean trade stories about coffee,” Ruben adds frantically, ducking his head again. “I mean, with coffee. Over coffee. There’s a… there a coffee shop I like to go to just aroun...
Published on November 28, 2020 11:00