Brady did not come back home that night – or at least not before I fell asleep – but the next morning he was back, sipping onto his coffee while grading papers as if nothing happened.
"Good morning." he greeted me emptily. I returned the salute and walked over to the kitchen.
"Hi." I answered my ringing phone as I fixed some toast for Brady and myself.
"Hey. Uhm, do you want to go to the movies or something in a bit?" Tyler asked.
"Sure! Are Maia and Noy meeting us there?"
"Actually... I was thinking the two of us could go... alone this time."
"Oh," I dropped the butter knife.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, I'll ask them—"
"N-no! I'd love to – I-I mean, sure!" I answered, flustered, as I picked up the knife from the floor.
"'Kay, see ya." he hung up before I could say anythin
