The food, sure. The company even better, once we got off the topic of the op-ed piece, and me, and what I was doing to potentially get in Justin’s way. And how the story—no, what I was doing that it mentioned—might put me in danger. We talked instead about how much I was enjoying Destiny. And how much Justin, too, liked the town, and why. Again. But even repeating some of the topics seemed fine. Partly because I was enjoying his company. That didn’t mean I was flirting. Or stomping on my memories of Warren. I was just getting on with my life as best I could. We were there for quite a while. I ordered coffee and a small dessert—a slice of apple pie to share. What better choice could there be at the Apple-a-Day Café? I hoped it would keep the doctor away as the old rhyme foretold, and I didn’t see any bubbles in my coffee. Eventually, it was time to leave.
