Café du Monde was finally empty at three in the morning. We ordered a plate of beignets and two café au laits. The doughnuts came out piping hot, covered in a literal mound of powdered sugar.
Cole took out his phone and snapped pictures of the food. Then he turned it to me, and I posed with the mountain of powdered sugar, laughing as half of it landed in my lap.
“Do you miss your camera?”
“Always, but the new iPhone is nearly as good. Less manual manipulation but handier,” he said, shoving the thing back in his pocket. “Do you miss dance?”
I nodded. “Always.”
“What are you going to do after you finish PT school?”
“Job market and pray,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee.
“Still want to work for the Falcons?”
“Always.”
“Still have your superpower?” he joked.
I pointed at him. “I’ll
