I turned back to Tamara just as she bit into her veggie burrito. "You ever think about what we're doing on this Earth?"
Tamara zoomed in on me, her cheeks puffing as she chewed the food in her mouth. When she realized that I wasn't joking, she glanced away and swallowed. "Actually, yeah. Of course, I've questioned our existence. I think it's a normal thing to do, it shows that we're not just accepting this experimentation called life, and somehow that means we are meant for greater things, that it's more than just all of this—" She gestured to the cafeteria around us. "And that thought soothes me."
This was one of the very many reasons why I knew Tamara and I were going to get along when I first met her. She wasn't just your typical friend who agrees with you to avoid an argument; she agrees because she knows how much you needed the assurance. "You're a great friend, Tam," I said, hugging her.
