As I enter the cozy, fragrant coffee shop, Michael waves me over to his seat in the corner. Yes, he even snagged us the super comfy armchairs. Just seeing him lifts a little of the workday’s stress off my shoulders.
AYes, he even snagged us the super comfy armchairs.He stands up to hug me and points to one of the two steaming mugs on the table. “I ordered you a dirty chai.”
“I love you.” I sigh.
He shouldn’t be using his limited funds to buy me things—heck, I’m paying his tuition, it might be my money in the first place—but after this kind of day, it’s nice to have someone remember my favorite drink. We sit down, and I take a grateful sip.
“So, how’s school?” I ask. Unable to resist teasing him, I add, “Meet any nice boys yet?”
He groans, though he’s still smiling. “I’ve been too busy
