Kate in Waiting

“Kandy with a K?” There’s the barista, beaming down at us. “Okay, plates are warm. Oops. You got them? Okay! Bon appétit!”

“Thank you so much,” we both say. Like, in unison. With the exact same intonation. The barista raises her eyebrows and backs away slowly.

“Are we creepy?” I ask Anderson, setting our plates on the nearest table.

“Little bit.”

We high-five.