Katie and I had been friends since forever. We even made sure to attend the same college together. In part because we didn’t want to drift apart and in part because we knew between the two of us we could easily afford to rent a small house instead of dorms where we would struggle to even fit enough bed. Katie was studying neurology, and I writing. She often joked that I couldn’t handle numbers, which was true, and I would always retort that she just didn’t have my creative spark.
At some point we non-verbally agreed to migrate from the Keurig to the couch. Katie had the remote, and was flipping through channels so quickly I didn’t know how she was able to decide that she didn’t want to watch any of them, At one point there was the bright colors of what was clearly a little kid’s show, causing me to blush and sink more into the couch.
