Aiysha didn't answer right away.
She looked at the envelope, then at Jones, then down at the sticky laminated menu in front of her like it might have the answer printed somewhere between the pancakes and the hash browns.
"You brought them," she said finally.
"I brought them." Jones wrapped both hands around his coffee cup.
"I didn't know what that text meant, Aiysha. Three in the morning. 'Are you awake.' For all I knew, you wanted to tell me you'd already found a lawyer."
"I haven't."
"I know that now."
A waitress came over before either of them could say anything else. She was young, chewing gum, with a pen tucked behind her ear and the look of someone who had been on shift since midnight.
"What can I get you two?"
Jones glanced at Aiysha. She shook her head slightly.
"Just coffee," she said.
"She'll have the short stack," Jones said at the same time. "Blueberry. Extra butter on the side."
The waitress looked between them, scribbled something down, and left.
