CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
One week later …
I sat outside the Golden City Cafe, sipping my coffee and scrolling through my smartphone. The air was chilly today, but I had remembered to bring my jacket this time, so I wasn’t as cold as I could have been. The hot coffee, with French vanilla creamer, helped keep me warm, too.
Every now and then I’d look up and down the street for Greta, but I didn’t see her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have worried. I was early for our date, after all, which was pretty ironic given how I was normally late. But Rubberman had let me get off work early today, so I’d been able to get here ahead of time. I even had time to stop by the flower shop and get a rose for Greta, which was currently hiding inside my jacket so I could give it to her as a surprise. I couldn’t wait to se
