toward her car.
I waited until she had gone several steps before turning away. When my phone vibrated, I looked at it so quickly I nearly dropped my grocery bag.
The address.
A warning about the pastries.
Then another message.
I really am glad you asked.
I arrived at the market ten minutes early and immediately regretted failing to agree on a meeting point.
The courtyard was already crowded. Coffee smelled rich and bitter beneath the sweeter scent of warm dough. Vendors called greetings over tables of vegetables, jewelry, soaps,
