So yeah, not after a long day at Renn Faire, maybe.
Sunday morning, I woke up to a text from Maeve, just saying good morning and thanks again for the day at the Renn Faire. I was lying in bed checking my email, since it was hard to get out of bed when Laddu was comfy between my knees, purring and sleeping intermittently.
I typed back, It was so much fun. Thank you! I woke up in a great mood.
Let’s do something fun this weekend. I get my schedule today, she typed back immediately.
Great.
And you should come for lunch sometime too. Why wait for the weekend?
I wanted to type back something like “good luck getting your schedule shifted away from Harmony’s,” but I didn’t want to ruin the vibe. We made plans for a lunch, which we’d fix once we knew which days she’d be at the cafe.
I could
