The Aftermath (The Hurricane, #2)(82)

Latte, espresso, tall, fat, mocha, grande. The board in front of me laid out the endless possible taste sensations, and I agonized over my decision. I loved coffee, but on my budget, regular coffee at Daisy’s was about as good as it got. So if this was my treat for the month, then I was going to make the most of it.

“Come on, Em,” Nikki moaned, “I’m growing old here!”

“A cappuccino, please,” I ordered quickly. The barista handed me my drink, and I pulled out the chair next to Nikki.

She took a long sip of her coffee, sighed deeply, and turned to me. “So…the whole social hermit thing. Is it just for a term or are you committed for life?”