(Noah)
She was already in the kitchen when I came through.
Coffee made. Phone on the table. Sketch pad open in front of her but she wasn't looking at it. She was looking at me the second I walked in, like she'd been waiting for me to appear and had already decided how this was going to go.
I went to the coffee and poured a cup without saying anything.
She let the silence sit for about thirty seconds.
"You're going to tell me today," she said.
I turned around. "Good morning."
"Don't do that."
"Do what."
"Act like last night didn't happen."
I leaned against the counter and looked at her. She had that particular expression she got when she'd already made a decision and was just waiting for the other person to catch up. Patient on the surface. Not patient underneath.
"I told you wha
