I pulled a chair out for her to sit in.
She actually sat down.
I had not been sure she would. I had pulled out the chair and left it there like an invitation and said nothing and for one long second she had stood at the counter with her coffee and her bunny shorts and her spectacular hair and I had genuinely not known which way it would go.
Then she sat down.
And something in my chest settled in a way it hadn't in days.
She wrapped both hands around her cup and looked at me across the table with her eyes still slightly heavy from the hours of not sleeping and said nothing for a moment. Just sat there in the quiet with me.
It was the most comfortable I had felt in weeks.
"You look terrible," I said.
She blinked. Then she pointed at me. "You do not get to say that to me. You are the
