As we settled in by candlelight and cedarwood, with Ladybug lying underneath the table waiting for scraps, I tried not to focus on how much this felt like a date. Halley looked so casual in her informal clothing, her hair a beautiful mess, face scrubbed clean and make-less, and a smile that refused to leave her perfect mouth. It was like she belonged here, in my apartment, at my kitchen table, her hair glimmering against the brassy light fixture overhead.
