His eyebrows shoot up. “You remember my coffee order?” “Isn’t that a thing friends do?” I’m trying to keep it light, but I draw back a little when I remember just how tentative our friendship is. He shakes his head slightly. “I don’t think it is.” I pause for a minute, then clear my throat. “Well, you remember mine.” “It’s black coffee. Doesn’t take a ton of brain cells for that one.” He raises an eyebrow, and then adds, “And I wasn’t really planning on staying friends for very long.”
