“Well, I’ve got an Americano, a cappuccino, and a pumpkin spice latte. Plus a variety of creams and sugars. Pick your poison.” I notice there’s a fourth cup, one she didn’t gesture to. “And what’s that one?” “That’s a chai latte,” Parker says. “For me.” “And what if chai lattes are my signature drink?” I deadpan. Without any hesitation, Parker pushes the cup my way. “Then it’s yours.” And this is a perfect illustration of the problem I’m facing. Parker is so good at doing what’s best for other people. So giving. So generous.
