“I’ll have a small iced caramel coffee, please,” I said to the barista. She grabbed a plastic cup and wrote my order on it. I looked back at Mindie, who was standing behind me. “What would you like?”
“Oh, you don’t have to pay for mine.” My friend reached into her red purse for her wallet.
“Please, let me. Honestly, I owe you much more for staying with my mom yesterday.” I blushed. “The least I can do is pay for your morning coffee.”
Mindie smiled and looped her arm through mine.
“You don’t owe me a thing. I’ll always be here for you.”
My heart panged as Mindie ordered a large hot coffee with cream and sugar, and I handed cash to the barista.
It was the morning after Elliot gave me that awful ultimatum, and I asked Mindie to meet me at our school’s coffee shop before our morning classes.
“Do you want to sit inside?” Mindie asked when we grabbed our drinks off the end of the wooden counter.
