Hayden
The coffee shop was crowded, the low hum of conversation mixing with the hiss of the espresso machine. Jason and I had claimed a corner table near the window, the kind of spot that gave you just enough space to stretch your legs without brushing against the next table over.
Jason leaned back in his chair, a steaming mug in his hand. “Man, I swear, these people put more caffeine in a cup than should be legal.”
I smirked, stirring the foam on top of my latte. “That’s because you order the strongest thing on the menu every time.”
“Hey, if you’re gonna drink coffee, you gotta do it right. I'm not going to do any of that latte s**t. That's just a whole ton of milk disguised as coffee,” he said, then tilted his head, studying me with that easygoing grin of his. “So. Things have gotten
