Three days had turned into four, then five. The flowers had stopped coming after the third day. I kept my phone on do not disturb most of the time, but I still checked it obsessively. Sofia noticed, of course. She noticed everything.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she said on the morning of day six, pointing her spoon at me over breakfast. “The sad phone stare. It’s becoming your signature look.”
I set the phone down. “I’m not staring sadly. I’m… strategically monitoring.”
“Uh-huh.” She took a bite of cereal. “And how’s that strategy working out for you?”
I groaned and dropped my head onto the table. “Terribly. He texted again last night. Another coffee date to talk things out.’ I haven’t replied yet.”
Sofia raised an eyebrow. “And why haven’t you?”
“Because every time I think abou
