#Chapter 101: Talk About The Future

The next day, Angela asks to hang out with me so we go out to a small café to have brunch. Brunch is one of those novelties that I’m fairly certain people use drink alcohol before noon. I’m still trying to stay awake so I order coffee. Angela has an orange juice in front of her, but I don’t know if it has champagne in it. With the wait she’s fretting, I wouldn’t doubt it. She likely needs something to take off the edge. “Are you okay?” I ask, after we’ve ordered our food. She cuts right to the chase, something I can deeply appreciate. “Something’s going on with Neil.” “I know,” I say but I’m not sure if I should elaborate. Angela gave me the green light to go after Neil sexually, but that doesn’t mean I want to own up to the fact that I have. Saying something like, Neil’s dad’s mad that I got hot and heavy with your boyfriend, doesn’t seem like the most tactful answer, even if it’s probably the most accurate. “He was called in to speak with his father,” I say, and hope that’s eno