the rain had thinned to a mist.
The parking lot shone beneath the lights. Sabrina moved close to me, her hand warm in mine, and we took our time crossing. At her door, she turned and rested both hands against my chest.
“I was only buying dinner,” I said.
“The day we met?”
“Yes.”
“Very inefficient shopping trip.”
“Terrible. Injured produce. Delayed meal. Significant distraction.”
She laughed and slipped her arms around my neck.
“Any regrets?”
I thought about the version of that Thursday in which I had bought the
