“Today is just a bad day.” “I should’ve brought you pancakes,” I say, not realizing how insane that sounds on its own. He laughs, breathless but happy. “Please explain that one.” “Liam thinks when I make pancakes, it’ll be a good day.” He smiles at me, doe eyes glittering, dimples deep. “I’ll try that one next time. I bet you make the best pancakes, though.” “I’ll make you some, sometime,”
