Chapter 6
JosephDid you bring wine to a not-date? Arriving empty-handed went against what he knew about being a good guest, but Peaceable hadn’t asked for anything.
Wine. Everyone liked wine. Even if they didn’t, the gesture counted. Intentions matter, as his mother said.
“Locally sourced and ethical,” he said when Peaceable opened the door. “But it should be chilled.”
She accepted the bottle with thanks.
Joseph scanned the apartment. It was cozier than he expected. Tucked into the top floor of an older building, the ceiling slanted dramatically. Skylights gave the space an airy feel, despite the sloped ceiling. The walls were a crisp white. A thick rug covered the floor. Clocks and plants lined the far wall, which held a small balcony. City lights twinkled beyond the balcony doors.
