Archie
I chose a small coffee shop a few blocks from the campus she'd mentioned studying near, nothing extravagant, nothing that would draw the kind of attention I usually tried to avoid outside of business functions. I wanted this to feel ordinary, or as close to ordinary as I could manage, given how unfamiliar that concept had become in most areas of my life.
Fiona was already there when I arrived, tucked into a small corner table with two mugs of coffee already ordered, one black, one with cream, and I found myself oddly touched that she'd remembered the small detail from our conversation at the grocery store days earlier.
"I wasn't sure which one was yours," she admitted as I sat down. "So I guessed based on what you seem like."
"And which one did you guess?"
She slid the black co
