The next day I sat outside a cafe in my pack’s shopping district, a bit nervous as I scanned the passing people and sipped on a coffee.
Luckily I didn’t have to wait for long, because before long, my old best friend, Jamie, was walking up, a big grin on her face. She had grown up a lot, obviously, but I could still see traces of the girl I used to know. Soft, honey brown hair, big cocoa brown eyes. She had grown into a very pretty young woman.
I stand up as she approaches, and we hug for the first time in years.
“Damn, it’s been forever.” Jamie says as we break away, grins plasted on both our faces. We sit down and she picks up one of the menus to look at.
“Since we were kids.” I say, nodding.
After ordering a coffee for herself, Jamie looks at me expectantly. “So. Spill it. I can
