I’m free at around three tomorrow. Would that work? If it
does, can we pick a different coffee shop? I’m afraid they’ll
recognize me as the lady who gives coffee to kids and judge
me all over again. I don’t know if I can take more judgement.
Have a great night!
I respond that it does work and I tell her that she can
pick the place. Another email comes in with the name of a
sushi bar with a number of question marks at the end. It’s not
coffee, but that’s alright.
I’m game for sushi any day. I can’t remember the last
time I went.
It makes no sense, but as I shut my phone off, those
nerves are suddenly back.
It’s just late. I’m just exhausted after a long week.
Maybe I have extra adrenaline leftover from the date with Jeff.
Maybe it’s the fries this late at night.
Because the one thing it can’t be is that I’m nervous
about my meeting with Adley tomorrow.
Chapter 5
Adley
Stephanie is there waiting at the tiny coffee shop which also
doubles as a used bookstore. I hope she wasn’t waiting long,
and I say so as I pull out a chair opposite her at a small, round
table near the back. The whole thing is filled up with great
Mid-Century Modern tables and chairs, although the sets are
all mismatched.
I really love this place. I like places that grow their
own food and are family run. And who doesn’t love the vibe
that used books give to a place? I know I’ll probably come out
with another armload when I leave.
