The meeting disperses, and my staff go their separate ways. Karl lingers, shuffling his feet in a way that

makes me think he has something on his mind.

“Abby, do you have a moment?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“If you’re worried about the article, I can help you find a good journalist. Someone who can capture the

essence of the place, the people,” he says.

I’m touched by his offer. “That’s really kind of you, Karl. Thanks.”

He clears his throat. “I could walk you home. We could talk more about it.”

I hesitate for a moment, considering. Then, I nod. “Alright, let’s walk.”

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locking up for the night. The street is mostly quiet, a few cars passing by,

of activity from the nearby bars. The air is cool, a bit crisp,

with how the restaurant is doing,”

I can’t keep the

I mean, I remember being so pissed off when you entered that cook-off. Thought you

our chances of going to the Alpha party together. But look

like that. I should have been more

a bit touched by his

a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just stating facts. I’m

Really, I am.”

have no idea how much that means to me,” I reply. “And I’m glad

also sorry—sorry for storming out on

more surprised you let me back, especially after what happened with

forgiving me.”

stop walking, looking him square in the eye. “Let’s get one thing clear: I haven’t entirely forgiven you

if I ever will. But I do understand that your intentions, misguided as

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