Several days passed, and one evening, as I was leaving a job interview, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, expecting Alex. But instead, I was met with the smiling face of a young woman with auburn hair, and a smattering of freckles across her nose.
Her eyes sparking with recognition, she asked "You're Elysia, right? I'm Lila. I work at the bookstore. I saw you looking at the book on the Quarter's history."
Raising an eyebrow, I nodded warily, unsure if she had followed me, or what. "Yes, I'm Elysia. Umm…were you following me?"
Lila laughed, shaking her head. "It's a small town," she said with a wink, as if that was enough explanation. "Everyone knows everyone's business around here. Plus, you looked like you needed a friend."
Her candidness was surprising, but there was something
