IRIS
The café became our place and I had not meant for it to happen, but somewhere along the way I just made peace with it. Here I was, five weeks into whatever this was, sitting across from Ian as the barista was wiping down the counter and the last customers had already left.
"We're going to get kicked out again," I said. We had just spent another day together,
"Probably." Ian leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. "Happens every time."
"Because you keep talking." I said. Ian was chatty and had a million stories in him.
"Because you keep listening." He replied, grinning, and I smiled despite myself. He had a way of slipping past my defenses and making me forget.
You are forgetting too much, Zorya murmured. She had been saying that a lot lately.
"He is just a friend," I
