She was right, that was the last thing I wanted to explain. I was the only one of the two of us who actually had to worry about that though. She had scheduled her classes later so she could work out in the mornings.
I felt nervousness bubble inside me as I thought more and more of what today would look like, or at least what it could look like. There were a million ways for this to go so utterly wrong. I threw on my usual pair of a shirt and jeans. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and made my way down stairs. Using the keurig I made myself a cup of coffee, and it tasted even better after having been denied it yesterday. As I sipped the nectar of the gods I began to make myself some toast.