Eli folded the top of the bag to keep the croissants and bagels fresh, then placed it next to his coffee. Sully nursed his own cup at the small restaurant downstairs from Adam’s studio apartment. Eli glanced outside, watching the people walk by. The early morning humidity forced condensation to appear on the window of the café.
“So you’ve known Michael for a long time, like, what a couple of thousand years?”
Eli shook his head. “It’s Micha. Pronounced like M-I-C-A-H.” Eli sipped his java. “And, yes, it’s closer to three thousand years.”
“Wow. I mean, I can’t even put my mind around it. Josh said that he’s human, and he gets what, reincarnated, and you’ve spent all of your life being with him? Trying to be with him.”
“I have.”
“I just cannot get my head around it.” Sully moved inches f
