His Doctor Luna
Sitting up straighter, I put on the mask of a leader to greet whoever was waiting at the door.
“Come in.”
The door creaked open slowly, and just a head came around the door.
“Hey you,” Lila said, slowly opening the door the rest of the way.
“Lila,” I said with a touch of surprise, “you’re early.”
“Yeah, sorry, I was just ready, I mean I was around and couldn’t wait,” she said, seeming slightly on edge.
“No worries at all, come sit down.”
As she came fully into the room I saw she carried two coffees on a tray in one arm. I recognized the logo from Common Ground Coffee, a small cafe on the other side of the city that we’d gone to since childhood.