Chapter Eleven
Stone
“Yeah, I’ll meet you at Zanzibar at around one, Baldwyn. Middle Eastern cuisine sounds good to me. And thanks for helping me out with this — I feel like I’m that much closer to finding my true calling.” I pulled into the parking garage at Travis Memorial, where Jessa had finally told me she interned.
“Whatever I can do to help, bro. You know that. I’ll meet you there then. So, what’re you doing right now?”
“I’m going to hang out with this girl I met a few days ago. Her name’s Jessa, and she’s a pretty busy young lady, so I have to grab time with her when she’s got a few free minutes to spend with me.” Parking my truck, I turned off the engine and got out.
“Sounds weird,” Baldwyn said. “When someone likes you, they usually make time for you.”
“It’s not like she’s
