"We don't get to see him nearly enough since he moved to New York, so this is just… Tell me everything. Where was this one taken?" said my mom, urging Stacy to keep talking, much to the latter's joy.
Not wanting to interrupt their spirited conversation, I got up and poured the coffee for us, setting it down in front of them.
"You look like you had a lot of fun here. Were you out celebrating?" asked my mom, running her hands over a photo of Stacy and I at the first coffee shop Stacy worked at.
I was just about to leave them be when Stacy pulled me into the conversation.
"Hey, remember this one?" she said, tugging on my sleeve.
"I remember every second with you, Stace. You'd never know it from how happy Stacy looks, but this is actually after she got fired," I said, laying my hands
