Anastasia - 6 months later
Atticus carried two plates of honey cake through the café, managing to reach the table without anyone stopping him for pictures or autographs. I’d become a regular here over the past six months so most people were used to me by now but he was a new visitor. Maybe I was having a lucky day, which I hoped would continue for what I had planned.
“Forks,” he muttered, pulling one from his pocket. “Here.”
“Why do you always have to carry them that way?”
“Because I don’t want them to fall.”
“That happened one time and we got new ones. At this point, I’d rather have a floor fork than a pocket fork,” I teased.
He sat down opposite me. “Well, a pocket fork is what you got. So… How are things going with Helena?”
“Good. Really good, actually. We’re still discovering ne
