Marcie

I throw my head back, my sides aching from how hard I’ve been laughing.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me!” Ben says. “I warned you!”

“You said she bit you!” I splutter between giggles. “A real, adult, adult model!”

“She didn’t understand that I was a real photographer, not a set-up for a scene.” He laughs with me in a rumbling baritone I wish I could bottle.

“Hi, uh, sorry to interrupt.”

I close my mouth around the last of my laughter and open my eyes to see Anaya, one of the baristas who I’ve had a few classes with, standing next to our table.

“Are we being too...