Position-3

  God! I always love her laugh. So rich and free, and it always makes my heart flutter.

  “Then my car broke down. We can’t find a taxi, and our phones were shut off.”

  I cut her off. “Because you consumed our phone batteries just to take video and photos of them.”

  She laughs boisterously and grips my arm. “Then my feet hurt like hell. I had blisters. Oh, my god! That didn’t happen again.”

  “At least you got a best friend to carry you.”

  “Oh, and you almost punch that beggar when he said, “Yo! Watta ass there, folks!” she mimics the beggar’s voice.

  I laugh with her.

  We decided to take our coffee and blueberry muffins to the office. My phone vibrates in my pocket when we are halfway back to the building.

  “Dad, good morning,” I answer cheerfully.

  “Is that you that I see walking down the street?” Dad asks over the phone with a hint of a tease.

  I let my eyes scan the crowd, but I can’t find him anywhere.