“You’re here.” “You’re awake.” We speak over each other, both laughing as we finish. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t—is that coffee?” “Um, no.” I shuffle my feet, regretting it for a moment. “It’s an iced dirty chai. I thought… I can go back and get hot coffee. Or you can have mine.” She steps forward and grabs the cold drink out of my freezing hand. “It’s my favorite.” I nod. “I know.”
