Every time. Every damned time..! Lette sulked at herself as she fretted here and there in her small apartment, getting her things sorted and cleaning up a bit to procrastinate, even though it never really killed more than a few minutes anyway.
Every single time they'd met up, he had managed to wile his way out of answering any significant questions. Her curiosity had been as much as anybody's at first, after that first day at the café and the stroll around the park, flickering at the back of her mind like a candle that couldn't be snuffed out. What job was it that he had just quit? Why did he want to quit at all? Had he been in a row with a colleague or superior and just quit to avoid being fired?
Time passed, though, and he'd sneakily left similar notes as the first one in her bike's wicker basket every other weekend or so, asking her to meet him at the café or the park, once at the fountain on Main Street downtown. The notes appeared when she was downtown already on