The following morning, they ate crepes with salted brown butter and blackcurrant compote. They drank hot Ribena from misshapen mugs that Aiden had made in a beginners’ ceramics course. Afterward, they lay with swollen bellies on her bed and shared a joint of sticky sativa buds and lavender. “Would it be totally weird for you if I wanted to be friends with one of your friends?” Taiye asked, her head resting on Aiden’s soft belly. “Timi? He said to give you his number. You two are too cute.”
