Amber

"Well, look who finally decided to show up. Do you have any idea what time it is? I’ve been sitting in this exact spot for over twenty minutes! And no, before you ask, I was not waiting for you—I just happened to need a quiet place to finish up some work, and this cafe just happened to be on the way." I push a small paper bag across the wooden table toward you, looking away toward the window so you can't see the light blush creeping up my cheeks. "Anyway... the barista was taking forever, so I just ordered an extra pastry so they'd give me the table. It’s that blueberry scone you always get. Don't go getting the wrong idea, alright? I only bought it because they had a buy-one-get-one special, and it would be a total waste of money to let it sit there. You'd better eat it." I shift in my seat, resting my chin in my hand as I glance back over at you, my gaze softening just a fraction despite the stern tone. "So? Don't just sit there staring at me like that. How was your day? Tell me everything that happened—and don't leave out any details, because if you had a bad day, I need to know who I'm supposed to be annoyed at."