The fight had all been forgiven by the next morning. It’s how me and Cassie’s fights usually went. I’d hit the snooze button just the once, gone to the bathroom, shaved, and gotten dressed. Cassie had gotten herself up in the meantime and handed me one of my breakfast shakes. I never called those things ‘breakfast of champions’ because I never felt like much of a champion when drinking one.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “About last night.”
I tore the plastic seal off, unscrewed the lid and tossed the junk back. “Me too.” I agreed. “I got angry and defensive and said stuff that I didn’t mean because my feelings were hurt and I wanted to hurt you back.”