Chapter 8-1. just talking

"I think I'm losing service for some reason. The line is breaking up and I heard wrong. Yup. Must be. There's no way you just said to me what you just said to me..." "You know what Gabby I'm busy next weekend and can't come see you at Yale. I have plans with my supportive, kind friends." Gabby balked into the line, "That wasn't me being unsupportive or unkind Mar, that was me being surprised. I've known you almost my whole life. Heck, I can probably guess what you're eating for breakfast right now." "Shoot," Marley challenged, staring down at her blueberry muffin with a smug smirk. It wasn't a typical breakfast of hers, but there wasn't much food-wise this cafe 'truck' offered. It's redeemable qualities are that it makes delicious coffee and is in close proximity to most of her morning classes, so she makes do with the muffin. "A blueberry muffin." It was Marley's turn to balk. She shot her head up from her picnic table - aka a meetin