“I'm going to miss this.” “Miss what?” Calix is staring at me like he wants to understand, to unwrap all of my secrets. “This.” I gesture between us with a finger as the waitress comes back with our pancakes, and my heart breaks in two because I know we share the same favorite breakfast food. “Me and you. This talk.” You won't remember this tomorrow; you'll stare at me like you hate me, leaving me to pick up the pieces to understand why.
