Brooklyn
Sitting at the café table, I watched him stand, stretching slightly before heading back in my direction. For as long as I’ve known him, I’d never seen him smile like that. There was something almost triumphant in it, like he couldn’t believe things had gone his way. I felt a flicker of happiness for him, despite everything.
When he sat down, I smiled. "So, how did it go?"
Still grinning, he hesitated for a moment, as if forcing himself to admit the truth. "Better than I expected," he muttered, his smile staying put despite the effort it took for him to say those words. It was like he didn't want to jinx it by talking about it too much.
I raised an eyebrow smiling. "Well, I’m glad for you," I said gently. "Want to share the details?"
"No... never." His smile faltered just a bi
