“Thanks for breakfast,” he says while he’s pulling on his boots. “No problem.” “I’ll—I’ll see you Monday,” he says again. “Get out of my house,” I reply with a laugh while he grabs his coat. He rolls his eyes at me before he disappears out the front door, and as it snicks shut behind him, I collapse in my chair. I press two fingers to the edge of my smile, my cheeks straining under the pressure of it. The forgotten Heartstrings phone sitting in the middle of the table buzzes with a text. Aiden: Bye. I laugh out loud.
