I blink. "Only on Tuesdays."
"You know what I mean," Sophie exhales hard enough to whisk wet strands near her cheeks. "You, blowing hot and cold all over the place. Reminding me that we're not friends and then offering to help me out any chance you get. "
She ambles over to the fridge, grabbing the oat milk inside before grabbing a cereal spoon from the counter and sitting down at the small dining table in the kitchen. Her pretty face scrunches as she avoids my question. "Jesus, I should have known you would buy oat milk. The perfect Dr. Masterson. With his perfect apartment and his perfect cereal in perfect glass bowls. Which, I'm sure, he washes frequently by the way."
"Ah, so that's why you're really up at 3AM. To insult my good housekeeping habits." I pause. "That make you feel bett
