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"Food or coding language?"
"Both?"
"Neither." I smiled, feeling the odd sensation of comfort creeping in. Sushi was one of the best programs for decentralized markets. A bridge, so to speak. I'd been dying to try my hand at incorporating it into my own crypto adventures, but I hadn't had the time.
The coffee shop's hum grew louder, a distant soundtrack to our conversation. Cups clinked. Doors opened and closed. But the noise didn’t touch us. We agreed to play truth or dare, knowing we were both too shy to ever pick dare.
"Your turn," she said, leaning forward, elbows on the table.
"Truth or dare?"
"Too soon for dares." Her smile was a challenge, one I wanted to get lost in.
"Fair enough."
"Truth it is."
"Okay, truth..." I was a bundle of nerves. Something told me that Agatha didn't mess around and went straight for the ace in a hole when it came to digging.
"Ever been in love?"
"Oof." And there it was. My hunch was correct. My heart skipped. "Nope. You?"
"Once thought I was." She shrugged, gaze dropping to her cup.
"Love's a tricky beast."
"Or just a myth."
"Could be." I nodded, not wanting to push too deep, too fast.
"Your truth," she prompted.
"Scariest moment?"
"Spider in the shower. Yours?"
"Everything." It slipped out, honest and raw. I was everything except strong, if I was being honest. I was one giant baby. Needles? Terrified. Going white water rafting? I would rather die. Honestly, there wasn't much I wasn't afraid of. It was embarassing, but my entire life I'd taken the necessary steps to be cautious. To weigh the pros and cons of each situation, which is why it was rather surprising that I'd taken such a large leap and met with Agatha on a whim. What if she was, like, a murderer or something?
"Deep." She reached over, her hand brushing mine. "Life can be really scary sometimes."
"Right." I pulled back, cheeks heating up.
"Hey, no worries." She retracted her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear again.
"Thanks."
"More coffee?" She glanced at her empty cup with a sigh.
"Sure." I stood, eager for the distraction, legs stretching after sitting so long.
"Same again?" I asked, stepping away.
"Please." Her eyes followed me to the counter.
Ordering felt mechanical, words coming out rehearsed. Two coffees, same as before. I paid, avoiding the barista's curious look. Back at the table, I slid one cup in front of Agatha, the heat from the drink warming my hand.
"Thanks." Her fingers brushed mine as she took the cup.
