“All night?” I ask, incredulous. “Can they honestly afford to give you multiple sugar free caramel lattes with an extra shot and extra whip?” 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.”
