On my first day back, breakfast was waiting on my desk.
There was no note, but the paper bag held the ham sandwich and yogurt I bought most often, along with a cinnamon roll. Arthur loved cinnamon rolls. I didn't.
I left it outside his office.
The next morning, there was no cinnamon roll in the bag.
Every morning, Arthur parked outside my building and asked whether I wanted to ride with him. After I refused twice, he stopped asking. He merely watched through the car window when I left home.
The breakfast kept appearing.
Sophie quickly noticed something was going on and hounded me to reveal who was courting me. I gave her a vague non-answer. When I looked up, my eyes met Arthur's as he passed.
He was the first to look away.
At lunchtime, the man from Rosewick called to ask whether I
