Tender Reflections

Stella

Vance hands me my coat with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Put this on,” he says. “I promised you breakfast.”

“Oh.” I take my coat with a slight chuckle. “I got so caught up in the goodbyes that I guess I forgot.”

Vance shrugs. “I kinda figured. You still want to go, though, right?”

I pause, turning to face the hallway mirror. I just threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater this morning, a