Casey picked Noorjahan as their meet-up spot. It was her favorite restaurant in the whole city and, up until now, she'd never brought a first date here.
She didn't want to taint it with bad memories of jerks, dingleberries, and dickheads. But she felt Grayson was worth opening the fine wine.
Also, it was a long drive from her apartment.
Borrowing Kimiko's '90s hatchback, she took the 101 and kept an eye out for any tails. It was harder to tell than she expected. She just saw a bunch of headlights behind her like normal.
Every so often, she changed lanes for no reason, then checked the rearview to see if anyone was shadowing her.
Again, she couldn't tell any difference from normal traffic.
Casey wasn't sure which disappointed her more: that she couldn't recognize a tail, or the p
