Short story: FALL in Love, Part 2

How was the performance?

Nicki stared at the text message from Gabriel for long seconds before she blinked and plopped the phone on the kitchen table, facedown.

A blush suffused her face. Which was silly, because it was after ten p.m. and she was alone in the kitchen with bills spread out on the table and a half-empty cup of tea at hand. It had grown cold while she’d been jugglin...