Nova
I ended up driving Colby to a coffee shop. I may have appreciated his honesty in coming forward about Susie, but that didn’t change the fact that he was deceptive about it up until this point. Until that trust was reestablished, if it ever was, I wanted to be in control of whatever we did together.
So I drove us, and I chose the place.
Simply named Local Coffee, the shop was located in a converted warehouse with high ceilings. Voices echoed and mixed in the big open space, making it a little louder than other places. Making it easier to keep from being overheard.
As we sat down across from each other at a table in the back corner, it occurred to me that I didn’t really know Colby outside swimming and harmless flirting. I had no idea what to talk about.
“I got the sense,” Colby st
