It’s a mail, a real mail that Chris sent to Kate. She can’t help but smiling, well, that’s an effort. She has to give him that. It’s been six weeks since Kate’s birthday in July and they haven’t met or talked on the phone since. True to her words, Kate didn’t come to New York for Chris’ birthday in August. She sent him a happy birthday card along with a cook book.
Chris texted her to say thank you for the gift and ask what was her favorite food from the cook book was so he could learn to cook it for her. She replied and told him to guess, she gave him three guesses. He didn’t immediately reply, he took his time. When he did, he got it correct the first time. Kate was impressed.
What was more impressive were his texts, almost every morning, although not every morning. He said those texts
