I stirred the coffee in front of me more than I actually drank it. Daniel, of course, noticed.
“You know, most people come to cafés for caffeine, not for arm workouts,” my brother said, flashing his signature grin as he plopped down across from me.
I gave him a flat look. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“Not when my baby sister looks like someone stole her sunshine.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Or maybe… like someone stole her husband.”
I groaned. “Don’t start, Dan.”
“Start what? I’m just making conversation.” He smirked, and I wanted to throw my spoon at him.
Daniel had the knack for annoying me while somehow softening the edges of my bad mood. But underneath the banter, he wasn’t wrong. I was restless as much as I'd hate to admit i missed him, it's getting too lon
