We walked through Royal Oak and talked about breakups, boys, weight-loss, and technology. We ate ice cream and talked about communication, boys, love, and cooking. We walked some more. We laughed. We jumped at the obnoxiously loud motorcycle noises, and we wondered whether the Dream Cruise would be worth attending.
We promised one another we'd get together more often, and we'd resume taking dance classes together. We reassured one another that we each deserved to be happy, to be doted upon, to feel utterly beautiful, safe, and special. We had a good evening.