Saturday morning, Nikita busied herself with the usual pre-café opening duties. She got in at four-thirty in the morning, prepared dough and baked the first round of assorted pastries, sweet breads, desserts and mouthwatering delights. Afterward, she visited the produce and seafood markets return...
Seven days, one week since they had talked all night in the diner and the only thing she got were brief phone messages asking how she was doing. She saved them all, of course. Playing them over and over again was childish but she needed to hear him, even if it was just a recording. Just hearing h...