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When I reached Naina’s apartment, she was clad in her pajamas, drinking coffee. Always strong. Always black. Always fresh. Her taste in coffee spoke so much about the person she was: unabashedly bold.
I put my keys on the keychain holder and took off my shoes. I reorganized the stack of newspapers on one of the side tables. Naina had all the space and intention to stay organized, but structure just wasn’t her.
“Morning! Did you go for yoga?” She waved at me.
She wasn’t in a bad mood. But I didn’t want any of my words flung back at me, so I responded, “Yup.”
“Did Rohan join you there?” She smiled at me.
“How did you know?” I looked up as I rolled my socks.
“Last night, when Josh came to drop you off home, Rohan asked me for the address to your yoga studio and we looked up your
