Apr 22
B2. The Next Day
He comes at the same time. “Like always?” I ask.
“Like always,” he says.
But today he smiles — not the polite smile, yesterday’s conspiratorial one.
I smile back, without thinking.
As I bring his coffee, he says, “Thanks.” And then: “Hopefully no annoying calls today.”
I laugh. “Mine is on silent,” I say.
“Wise choice.”
A small joke. Nothing earth-shattering. But we speak to each other, not just alongside one another.
The rest of the day I notice how light it feels.
The counter between us is still there. But it seems lower.
Or perhaps I have simply grown taller.
written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand