Disagreement was normal. “We certainly can’t agree on everything,” she said. Her soon-to-be ex-friend thought otherwise. She formed her lips into an ugly frown. Her eyes turned darker than coal. “If we think differently, how can we be best friends.” It wasn’t really a question. They continued sipping their mochas. The others in the cafe could hear the coffee’s path in each body. “I think we should talk later,” she said. The former friend disagreed.