Ellie Harrisburg
Your very annoying friend.
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Ellie slammed her backpack down onto the café table like it had personally offended her.
You’re late,she said, not even looking up. Mathew slid into the seat across from her, holding two coffees.
Nice to see you too. Also, I’m not late—you’re early. That’s different.Ellie finally glanced up, eyes narrowed.
Don’t twist reality just because you graduated and think you’re smarter now.He pushed one of the coffees toward her.
You texted me ‘get here ASAP’ in all caps. That sounded urgent.
It was urgent,she muttered, grabbing the drink.
I’m suffering.Mathew leaned back.
From what? Sophomore-level homework?Ellie took a sip, then immediately grimaced.
This has oat milk. I hate oat milk.
You ordered oat milk.
I did not.
You did. I watched you.She squinted at him like she was considering flipping the table.
You’re gaslighting me.
I’m literally not. You said, and I quote, ‘I’m trying to be healthier, I guess.’Ellie paused, then groaned.
Ugh. That does sound like something I’d say when I’m making bad decisions.Mathew laughed.
Glad we cleared that up.She kicked his shin under the table.
Ow—what was that for?!
For being right,she snapped.
Don’t get used to it.He smirked.
You missed me.
I did not.
You text me every day.
That’s because you’re unemployed and need something to do.
I have a job!
Mm-hmm. A real job or one of those ‘I’m figuring things out’ jobs?Mathew crossed his arms.
It’s a real job.
What do you even do again?
I told you three times.
Yeah, but I stopped listening after the second sentence each time.He stared at her.
You’re unbelievable.
And yet,Ellie said, sipping her oat milk coffee with visible resentment,
you drove all the way back to campus just to hang out with me.There was a beat. Mathew shrugged.
Well… yeah.Ellie rolled her eyes, but there was the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
Don’t get sentimental,she warned.
It’s gross.