Our favorite café is fairly empty for a Tuesday at lunchtime. It may have something to do with the thick dark clouds looming overhead. We had snagged a table in the back that’s a bit secluded so we could enjoy relative privacy. I don’t expect anyone else from our office to come in- they never did- but I’m still not ready to face the consequences of our little bubble being popped yet.
“Tomorrow’s the big day, right?” Ash says between bites.
“Yep!” I smile. “I get to spend the whole day in my pj’s. It’s going to be epic!” I possibly shouldn’t be as excited as I am about spending the day in my comfy clothes, but I can’t help it. The added bonus of not needing to surreptitiously remove Brett’s hands from me is like icing on the cake.
“I think we should go out to celebrate,” Ash says, loo
