After a completely delightful meal of some of the best tacos I’ve ever eaten – I was pretty sure they’d inspired Daniel’s dog’s name – and a lovely chat on a park bench while we ate our food truck meal, I coaxed Daniel over to the beautiful brick library a block off Main Street. “I guess the library is pretty new, huh?”
“Yeah, the old one had been in a storefront on Main Street, but the town decided to move it and give that space to more tourist-friendly businesses. Not many out-of-towners use the local library.”
“That makes sense. And this is gorgeous,” I said as we walked into a beautiful, light-filled atrium where the circulation desk sat surrounded by potted plants. “I could work here.”
“What?! Work for the competition? Never?!” Daniel said with mock awe.
I laughed. “Actually, I do
