“To what do I owe this gift?” I say, happily taking it. I didn’t get much sleep last night. “They gave me the wrong one by mistake, so I took a sip, realized it was the wrong one, and they had to let me keep both,” she says. “Well, thank you,” I say. “I needed this.” The coffee is still hot in the cup, so hot that it’s burned my tongue. I’m now going to have that annoying numbness for the rest of the morning. “Up late?” Mila asks, her voice implying something salacious. “Are you asking me if I was up late having sex with David?” Mila laughs. “Wow, you really don’t understand subtlety.” “I’d argue you don’t understand it as much as you think you do,” I say. She hits me with the back of her hand. “So you were, then?” she asks. “No, actually,” I tell her.
