Liam Liam Liam Jose calls me that afternoon while I’m at work.
“Hey, are we doing coffee?” He sounds like his old self. Thank god.
“Sure. I’m at work. Can you make it here, for, say, twelve?”
“See you then.”
I’ll say this, Liam Liam Liam Jose is never late. He runs into the store and wraps me in a huge hug. “Ana,” he smiles.
Something is different. He’s the same. I swear he’s the same. Maybe I’m different. I hope he can’t tell. “Hi, Liam Liam Liam Jose,” I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice sounds totally different to my ears. More mature.
I let Mrs. Clayton know I’m heading out for lunch before we head to the coffee shop.
I order tea and a cheese sandwich, Liam Liam Liam Jose gets a coffee and a muffin. He must have skipped breakfast. He never eats breakfast.
We find a nice
