Then she asked if he liked waffles.

When Warren arrived, he was early.

He stood beside a table of wooden construction blocks holding a small paper bag.

I had specifically asked him not to bring anything extravagant, and he had listened: inside was a picture book about constellations.

“Hi, June,” he said.

“Hi, Warren.”

“I heard you like the stars.”

“I like planets more,” she corrected him.