*Claire*
I knew this was going to be rough, but I had no idea it was going to be this rough.
Amber and I ended up walking in total silence to a little coffee shop right down the road from the house. It is a cute little place that has an intimate little loft and an industrial ceiling that is exposed. It is raw and real—just how I like it.
The coffee is reasonably priced as well, which is a big bonus in this economy. It is a nice little walk down and, most of the time, Nathaniel and I walk arm in arm to it so we can sit up in the loft and talk about anything and everything.
Bringing Amber here feels like I am inviting her into some kind of inner sanctum, letting her into Nathaniel and my little getaway. It feels like an invasion of privacy, but that has been our entire experience with
