After making herself a delicious breakfast and drinking the most incredible coffee she’d ever tasted in her entire life, Iris was calming down and feeling more settled after her call with Jay. The weird feeling she’d experienced when she’d first hung up the call was gone.
Now with a second cup of coffee, she was curled up on a low sofa with her feet tucked under her and her phone in her hand. She called Oakley.
“Hey where are you? Do you want me to come by and we can walk to breakfast together?”
“Uh, I’m not coming for breakfast,” she bluntly told her best friend. “I’m not home.”
“What do you mean you’re not home?”
“I mean, I’m at Jay’s.”
“Holy s**t! Iris, did you sleep with him? Oh my god, you gave up the v-card to the college professor? You only saw him once.”
“Oakley!” she yelle
