"The walk is short to the coffee place, and I smile, stepping inside with him. I was feeling nagged by these questions about our relationship, and now I'd finally get some answers.

We sit down and order our drinks. I get a muffin with butter too. They looked too good to pass up.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asks with a shrug, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"Tell me about your family," I shrug, starting easy, and he shrugs in return.

"My dad worked on ...