A few days after I returned from Columbia, I was heading towards the Wild Fish for dinner when I saw Greg across the street. He saw me too, he raised a hand and waved and started jaywalking across Front Street. 

     “Hey Abbie, where are you headed?”

     “I am going to the Wild Fish for dinner.”

    “I wish I could join you, I am meeting Gina and my parents for dinner up the street,” he said, looking disappointed. 

     “Maybe next time, I eat there a lot,” I said, smiling like an idiot. 

     “Then how about tomorrow? Say sevenish?”

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