Ninety-three

I should never have come here. 

Josh takes a sip of his iced coffee, eyes perusing the documents he laid out on our table. I want to think this is a trap but there is nothing wrong with what I have read so far but he has been chilly. Frigid towards me like we aren't friends. I should be the one upset.

Drumming my fingers on the table, I tuck a braid behind my ear. "I'm sorry for the other day, I swear it was a mistake." He nods, I lick my lips and gulp. "How have you been?" 

"Fine."

On a good day, he would have returned the question, I would never feel awkward around him. I let my eyes roam the eatery to avoid the temptation of smacking him. He brought the papers, he should know the content but the seriousness etched on his face makes it easy to believe he hasn't read them. My shoulders sag, will we ever be friends?

Most of the round tables are empty, there is no one behind the counter wit