07-26-2019, 12:10 PM
In full planning-mode again, Nika forgot her coffee and only had her wallet because it was in her hand. That would have been missed immediately though as she had a call to make. “Gillian,” her condo AI. “Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. What’s our mozzarella and tomato situation?” The AI came back with an answer and Nika asked a few more questions before disconnecting and entering the book store next door. Six minutes later Nika emerged, crossed the coffee shop’s window front and all but ran home. The book store clerk locked the door and flipped the old-fashioned sign to closed. A printed card later appeared below: Closed for Private Party.
Forty three minutes later Nika, carrying an old school picnic basket, returned to the bookstore and knocked on the door. Entrance granted, she set about preparing for the date.
She was early to the door in case Liv was early. They hadn’t exactly synched watches. That would have been perfect but probably the last time Liv would ever speak to her. On account of craziness.
Nika unlocked the door and managed not to pace. Somehow. She was not nervous, that feeling had passed. Instead, confidence wrapped its familiar self around her being. She stood firm with the decisions she’d made regarding dinner and if that wasn’t good enough...well, she’d put forth her best effort. No regrets.
Forty three minutes later Nika, carrying an old school picnic basket, returned to the bookstore and knocked on the door. Entrance granted, she set about preparing for the date.
She was early to the door in case Liv was early. They hadn’t exactly synched watches. That would have been perfect but probably the last time Liv would ever speak to her. On account of craziness.
Nika unlocked the door and managed not to pace. Somehow. She was not nervous, that feeling had passed. Instead, confidence wrapped its familiar self around her being. She stood firm with the decisions she’d made regarding dinner and if that wasn’t good enough...well, she’d put forth her best effort. No regrets.