“Would she mind? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“You didn’t, man, it was our idea,” Jonny cut him off. “Anyway, not like it’s the first time this has happened, and Nat’s cool.” He paused. “Mostly.”
“Anyway, relax, have some coffee,” Dex offered, and Nick, raised by a rather militantly polite mother, had no choice but to accept his kind offer. He felt their eyes on him as he stumbled around, figuring out where the milk and sugar lived, doing his best not to overturn the French press. Would there ever be a time where he didn’t consistently feel like an awkward mess?
He stood at the counter and drank his admittedly delicious coffee, listening to Dex and Jonny chatting companionably until Dex’s phone buzzed on the table.
He grabbed it, fingered it open, and without a word he extended it tow
