Hearing Ash’s sweet voice turn into one of turmoil, my heart dropped and my stomach tightened. I was nervous for my best friend. I knew I needed to be strong for her. Looking down at Ash, I nodded my head towards the café. “You want to get a drink? My treat.” Ash barely looked at me when she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk off in that direction. I started to wonder if I had done anything wrong so I started to think about it. “What would you like, sir?” Feeling someone nudge me in the side, I looked down at Ash. Then realizing we were in line to get coffee, my head popped up to look at the barista. “Sorry. I’ll have a caramel macchiato, please.” Seeing her write my order down on the cup, I knew she was annoyed with me, so after paying for my overpriced, yet delicious drink I left a three dollar tip in the jar by the cash register. I stood stock still, waiting for my drink.
