Brunches

Halfway through the term, she calculated the money we spent on overpriced consumption. “If we took all the money we spent here and put it into rent and groceries,” she lamented, “we could have lived in a small apartment as a married couple.”

“How’s your cooking?” I asked, knowing the answer. The third year ordered another ice coffee for each of us—she always paid, unless she forgot her wallet—and waited for my question to fade before she changed the subject.