“Are you sure?” Eileen says a couple of hours later as we stand awkwardly on the most cutesy cat themed welcome mat I’ve ever seen. “Sure, why not?” I ask. “Doesn’t it seem a little... soon?” I frown. “Does it feel too soon?” Eileen shrugs. “I guess not. I just—I’m not intruding, right? I don’t want to be a nuisance—” “Eileen, my light, my love, my precious shot of espresso,” I say. “If anything, I’m the nuisance. You’re more than welcome here and honestly, they’re fucking thrilled.” She takes a deep breath, nodding confidently. There’s my Eileen.
