As we sat at the small table in the dimly lit hotel bar, the hum of distant conversations and the soft clinking of glasses created a cocoon around us. The first few minutes were awkward, and each of us was unsure how to begin. But then, like the old friends we once were, the barriers started to come down.
"Do you remember that time in college when we took that road trip to the coast?" Michael asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
I laughed, the memory vivid and warm. "How could I forget? We got lost for hours because you refused to ask for directions."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I still can't believe we made it to the beach before sunset. And then we had to sleep in the car because all the hotels were booked."
"And you snored the whole night," I added, grinning.
We both laugh
