Amy's POV
Our friendship grew the way real ones do without announcement, without either of us deciding it was happening. It accumulated in small deposits. Shifts at Morning Hour where we talked between customers about everything and nothing: the complicated architecture of living with a brother who looked at me like a debt he hadn't signed up for, his quiet ambitions to study architecture one day, the book I'd been trying to finish for three months, the playlist he was building for a road trip he hadn't taken yet and might never take. Some conversations lasted the length of a lull between customers. Others stretched through slow afternoons and followed me home, still turning over in my head long after I'd hung up my apron.
I revised my understanding of him with each one. I'd filed him, w
