A month later, a college roommate's birthday dinner had been organized, and after three phone calls she finally got Mia to come.
Mia pushed open the door to the private room and found Cole sitting directly across from the entrance. The table went quiet for a moment. She hung her bag on the coat rack, pulled out a chair, and sat down in the seat diagonally across from him.
Cole had lost weight. The line of his jaw was sharper now. He was wearing a light blue shirt with the cuffs rolled up twice, exposing his wrists. Once, years ago, she had pointed at a window display while they were out shopping and said offhandedly that light blue would suit him, that he should roll up the sleeves.
He'd scoffed and said it looked pretentious. Today he was wearing it.
The food came. A server set a pla
