COMFORTABLE
"The walk is short to the coffee place, and I smile, stepping inside with him. I was feeling nagged by these questions about our relationship, and now I'd finally get some answers.
We sit down and order our drinks. I get a muffin with butter too. They looked too good to pass up.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asks with a shrug, taking a sip of his black coffee.
"Tell me about your family," I shrug, starting easy, and he shrugs in return.
"My dad worked on Wall Street; I told you that. Mom was a stay-at-home wife. I don't have any brothers or sisters."
"None?" I ask, and he nods. "Sounds sort of lonely."
"It wasn't all bad. I had a lot of friends growing up," he insists, and I smile. "Tell me about yours," he adds, and I furrow my eyebrows.
"I-I have to
