I shake my head, plucking the pick from my milkshake and holding it out to Mia. “You still like the cherries, right?” “You remember that?” She scooches over the U-shaped booth slightly, taking the stick from me and putting it on her napkin. “How can I forget when you stole every single one of mine?” Her mouth drops open. “I would never! Do you know how nervous I used to be when we’d get together?” “No, you weren’t. Not the way you used to be on my ass about getting the Order of Operations wrong.” Mia scoffs. “I was the nicest tutor.” I shrug. “Debatable.”
