I obsessed about my tasting with the mayor for the rest of the week. I wondered if I should have brought different things. Or maybe tried out new recipes. Waiting to hear back was nearly impossible. Especially since my evenings were so quiet.
Living alone was a whole new experience. I enjoyed the quiet when my thoughts didn’t make me crazy. I hadn’t heard anything from Brett, so my thoughts were making me crazy.
Late Thursday afternoon I was looking up new recipes on Pinterest when I heard the front door open. There was something familiar about the woman who walked in. Her long blonde hair stuck out from under the hat she wore and trailed more than halfway down her back. She was curvy, slightly bigger than I was, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew her.
When she looked up, her
