“What’s this?” “Iced dirty chai. That’s what you like, right?” She looks so confused and mildly upset that a bolt of panic shoots through me. “Did I get it wrong? I’m sorry. I’ll buy you something else at—” She cuts me off. “No, no, no, it’s my favorite. I can’t believe you remembered. Thank you, Matt.” My given name feels like a warm blanket falling over me as it rolls off her tongue. “No big deal.”
