He Forgot My Allergy, So I Forgot Him

On our anniversary, Mia booked the restaurant for us.

"A window table is impossible to get," she chuckled over the phone. "They only held it because it was me asking."

"Sounds great. Thanks, Mia," I said.

She paused briefly. "Come on, since when are we so polite? It's you and me."

Mia had been my best friend for fifteen years, all the way from high school.

She was even close with my boyfriend, Ethan.

How close?

Close enough to know his debit card PIN.

Close enough to call Ethan first when her pipes burst, instead of calling me.