"So ask me somethin'," I say, watching him closer than I've allowed myself these last few weeks. Picking up the little details. All the things I never really forgot, but had grown a little hazy in my mind. The way he holds his cup, the way his mouth twists into one of those wry smiles, the shadow of his eyelashes against his cheek, the way he smells, the exact pitch of his voice... on and on.

"I don't really know where the fuck to start."