"So. You know my brother," Gabriel says, dropping his lunch bag on the cafeteria table across from me.
"Well, yeah. We're neighbours, Gabriel," I say around a bite of cardboard cafeteria pizza.
"I guess. Want to get some coffee after school?" Whether it's a platonic or date-coffee, I'm hesitant to give him any encouragement that we will ever be more than friends.
"I don't drink, sorry," I tell him and smile at the flabbergasted look on his face.
"You don't drink our sacred bean juice, the beverage of the gods?"
"I'm taking a break from a lot of things right now." Can you take a break from something that you haven't done in two years? Call it an extended hiatus.
Gabriel bounces back quickly, as always, and moves on, "So, did you see the episode last night?"
"Oh, that soap opera?"
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