Mari laughed. And for the first time in six months, it wasn’t convenient at all.
She almost said no. Almost said that’s not the deal .
But not strangers . That would be inconvenient.
She wasn’t wrong.
He stared at the message for seventeen minutes.
“Your turn to bring coffee. 7 AM. The ugly convenience store on 4th. Don’t be late.”
Mari locked her phone. Looked at the ceiling. Thought about the word exfriend —how it was supposed to mean less than , but somehow had become more honest . The next morning, she woke up to a text.
