I set coffee in front of her, and she stares at it like it’s the best and worst thing she’s ever seen. Her brows pinch and she drags out her next words. “I really shouldn’t…” “You askin’ or tellin’?” “Definitely not asking,” she says with a soft chuckle, looking to me as she wraps her hands around the paper cup. “Thank you. That was … thoughtful of you.” Thoughtful? Me? I’m not sure anyone’s ever called me that.
