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A trash can reverberates in the alley, which makes me curious how Frank is faring.

“I should go,” she says. “Big day tomorrow.”

Guess there is no invite.

“Of course. Can I have your phone number so I can call you tomorrow?”

“It’s––”

“Hold on.” I snatch my pen and my trusty Moleskine notebook from my jacket pocket. “Okay.”

She gives me the number.

“Don’t forget to call about the job.”

“I won’t. I’ll do it first thing.”

“Super. Well…”

I lean in to kiss her, and she opens the door and jettisons inside. “Thanks again.”

“Sure thing.”

The door nearly takes my nose off, and I slink from the building. Frank goes to get out of the car, but I wave him off. I can open the door myself.

I slide into the back seat. “Home?” Frank asks.

“Yes.”

He puts the car in gear, and we cruise away from the curb. I pull out my phone. Should I?

I shouldn’t, but I do. I text Amber,Had a good time. Talk to you tomorrow. Good night. And then, like a smitten teenager, stare at my phone for five more minutes, hoping for a reply. There isn’t one.

This’ll take some work.

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