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.”

Enter title…

night. The street is mostly quiet, a few cars passing by, and

buzz of activity from the nearby bars. The

really impressed with how the restaurant

keep the surprise

pissed off when you entered that cook-off.

party together. But look at

that. I should

at him, shocked and a bit touched by his candidness. “That’s really sweet of

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

Really, I am.”

no idea how much that means to me,” I reply.

also sorry—sorry for storming out on you back

back, especially after what happened with Adam. Thanks

forgiving me.”

square in the eye. “Let’s get one thing clear: I

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

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