I sighed dramatically. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I’m far too busy. I need to spend my entire night planning my coffee date tomorrow at two o’clock with one totally gorgeous Hennessy… Hennessy… Mister Hennessy who has no last name because he has no social media presence and he’s too cute for a surname.”

“Wait, what?”

“He has no surname,” I answered. “Like Adele and Rihanna. Not that I’ve found anyway. I told you that before.”

“Not his name,” she cried. “You said coffee date. You said coffee date at two o’clock!”

I barely refrained from squealing. “I know!”

“Jordan O’Neill you tell me everything this second! All the details. Who asked whom?”

I snorted. “Really, Merry. Do you think I’d be capable of asking him?”

“Well, you could have blurted it out or asked him without meaning to or something. I don’t know,” she said. “So he asked you? Oh my God, Jordan, this is huge!”

That time I did actually squeal and I might have done a little happy dance in my seat. I did try to keep my voice down, but I was so used to people glaring at me for dropping a motherfucker every now and then, I figured a bit of volume was the least of my worries. “I know! He said he had questions and he wished we had more than just five minutes on the bus each day, and the bus was full so I couldn’t sit next to him. I had to stand and he got up before his stop to talk to me.”

“Aww, that’s so cute. So, did he ask you the question?”

“Well, kind of. I mean, he did, but it was weird.”

“Weird, how?”

“Well, he wanted to know if I had any intention of going back to the next support meeting. That was his question. The one burning question that drove me crazy.”

“Hmm,” she said.

“What does that mean? What does hmm mean? Is that the hmm of judgement? Or the hmm of disdain? The hmm of death? Merry…”

“Well, it’s just interesting, that’s all. It could mean a few things.”

“Such as? I haven’t had time to think about anything. He got off the bus and I called you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“What do you think it means? Should I be worried? Because I asked him if he didn’t want me to come back or if I’d made someone uncomfortable and he looked kinda horrified and said no, it was nothing like that. Just that he had other questions as well, so he wanted to know if I was free tomorrow.”

“I think maybe he asked you if you were going to the next meeting as a way to ask if you’d felt more comfortable with the asexual revelation you had.”

I replayed what she said in my head. “Do you think?”