Wednesday he came by after work.
No particular reason. He'd been in the city for a site meeting and the meeting had finished early and he'd texted: Still in town. Dinner if you're free. I'd said yes. That was all it took now one message, one word, and I was already thinking about where we'd go.
I noticed that. The not-deliberating. The yes arriving before the careful part of my brain had reviewed the calendar or checked my energy or assessed whether I'd be good company.
I'd just said yes.
We went to the place on Moreland because it was familiar and neither of us had to think about it. We ordered quickly. He had the same thing he always had and I had the same thing I always had and we ate and talked and the evening moved at the pace evenings moved when you were not managing anything in
