rolled around, Jamie was sitting in an all-night coffee shop, cradling a hot chocolate and wishing he were anywhere but here. His auntie and grandma were both sleeping again, having woken earlier on for food and some good-natured grumbling. In Hokkien, of course, because Grandma spoke zero English. She was always happy, even trapped in an airport in a cold foreign country after a fifteen-hour flight. Her face had lit up when she’d seen him, and he’d felt lighter than he had all day at that, but now they were asleep and he was sitting up with that zombie stare that so many of the people here had. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he sluggishly pulled it out, frowning when he saw Nick’s name on the screen. At 3:05 a.m. on Christmas Eve? Technically Christmas Day? Why wasn’t he asleep like a normal person? “’Lo,” Jamie answered, his tongue heavy. “Hey, I was hoping you’d be awake.” Nick sounded far too perky.
