I turned my head to look.
There was a small gray smudge on the doormat, as if someone had been standing there, but the light was too dim to see clearly.
Backlit, I could only make out the outline of his jaw.
Mia nudged me with her elbow and urged in a low voice, "Keep going, who is it?"
I shook my head and started counting on my fingers. "My aunt who makes hot sauce for me, the customers who buy my bracelets... I like them to death."
Mia rolled her eyes. "That's it? I thought you were about to drop some huge bombshell."
"What did you expect?" I thrust the half-finished bracelet into her hands. "Hold this for me. Let me see who else makes the list.
There's also the convenience store owner downstairs, who always saves me the soft-boiled eggs from the hot broth. And the property manage
