“Tell me about how you two first met.” Teddy is all smiles as he stretches back in his chair. “Do you want to start, or should I?” I pick up my mug of coffee, taking a sip of the lukewarm brew. “I’ll start.” Cheryl looks to me, her fingers poised over her keyboard, ready to type. “The first thing you need to know about Teddy is that he has expensive and terrible taste in coffee.”
