“I’ll be your date to the wedding.”
Words I have never -not even in my wildest dreams, and trust me, I had a vivid imagination- conceived of hearing from that deep and rich tone reached my ears.
Looking down at my coffee, I squinted my eyes, trying to search for any signs of noxious substances floating around. That would at least explain what was happening. But nope.
Nothing. Just what was left of my Americano.