The next several weeks were some of the best of Nico's life. Rebecca seemed to have no end of inventive ideas for him to try.
They experimented with making pottery, and he had a lopsided bowl on his office credenza—fairly similar to the wobbly vase that now graced her desk—to prove it. He hadn't particularly cared for the feeling of slimy clay on his fingers, and it'd taken him nearly the whole session to make a bowl that looked like a bowl instead of a vinyl record.
To continue the theme, he'd discovered an amazing Greek restaurant that offered some of the best souvlaki he'd ever had, and Rebecca had loved the baklava.
They'd also spent an interesting evening at an outdoor shooting range. Rebecca, to the surprise of them both, had proven to be an excellent shot, despite never having
