“The coffee shop. I write there because I was worried you’d come in and see me writing.” “The one we went to the day we visited the botanical garden?” I nodded. “It’s a nice place.” “I thought that’s where you took the other person you were seeing,” he said, laughing tiredly. “Oh no,” I said, shaking my head. “They know me because I write for hours there. I was worried someone would rat me out.”
