Lena's POV
Thursday dinner became Friday breakfast became Saturday morning at the farmers market in Fort Greene because Adrian had looked up what was near Ethan's new apartment and suggested it before I could and I said yes before I thought about whether I was ready to be the kind of people who went to farmers markets on Saturday mornings.
Apparently we were.
Ethan met us there. He was already holding coffee and a paper bag of something when we arrived and he looked at us standing beside each other with the specific expression of a man who had been waiting for a particular outcome and was now choosing not to comment on it.
"Don't say anything," I told him.
"I'm not saying anything." He handed me the bag. "Cheese danish. I got one for each of us."
We walked through the stalls. Adrian
