“You could repay me by getting coffee. With me, I mean.” My laugh is just as self-deprecating, and I want to tell her that I used to be good at this, that I was charming and not whatever this shaking pitiful thing is that’s replaced that part of me. Sadie doesn’t laugh, but she does start shaking her head. “I’m not really the go and get coffee girl… honestly, not really the get anything together kind of girl. And definitely not the girl to date someone like you.” I smile, completely forced and fake, somehow accepting the absolute kick to the gut her response is.
