If the universe didn’t want me to think this was a date with Jacob, then it really shouldn’t have seated us in a nook nestled at the back of the restaurant. It was dangerous, that nook, because it gave us the illusion of privacy.
It was also tiny, and more than once we played accidental footsie underneath the table. By the third time, I was almost certain that Jacob was doing it on purpose.
“Tell me about New York,” I said after we’d ordered.
“Anything in particular?”
“Whatever you want.” I put my chin on my hands, smiling. “I want to hear about something that doesn’t involve complaining about the Seattle Freeze, or all the bikes that the city just dropped on every corner, or the fact that the buses are never on time.”
“So, what happens in every metro area?”
“Now you’re just avoiding
