Epilogue
They go to breakfast the next morning, Danny dusting off their group chat with Noemi to issue the invitation. She twits them for texting from the same room, and they meet at a cafe two blocks from the hotel. “Breakfast is on me,” Noemi says, “as a getting-together present,” so Danny orders bacon with his omelet and feels no shame at all.
The three of them crowd into a corner booth, stirring sugar into their coffees and chatting more easily than Danny remembers it being. “What are you going to school for?” he asks Noemi. “Physiotherapy?”
She nods. “I got accepted into my top program two months ago. It was hell not being able to tell you.”
“Sorry,” Noah says, and she swats him lightly on the head. “Sorry,” he says again, but laughing this time.
“What about you?” Danny asks h
