I was also holding a coffee from Honey Bear Café and Bakery. It was a dirty chai latte, my favourite. How King had known that, I couldn’t be sure, but it was sitting on my desk after third period, which I knew he had free (because I’d used my teacher’s authority unethically and printed off a copy of his schedule). I knew it was from him because instead of my name written on the side of the cardboard, it said “babe.”
Cute
