THIRTY-SEVEN
The basket of Danish pastries held nothing but crumbs, though the taste of cherry still lingered on Phuong's tongue. She wasn't sure how many cups of coffee she'd consumed, but she was still surprised to see that she and Jason had been talking for so long that they weren't the only customers in the restaurant any more. Maybe a third of the tables were occupied and, even more surprising, no one was staring at Jason. He'd always had long hair in the pictures she'd seen of him, so perhaps the shorter style he now sported was enough of a disguise.
They'd discussed parents, siblings and pets, movies and music and even books, though he'd done more listening than talking when it came to books. Under the watchful eyes of her father and brother, she hadn't dared to read anything mor
