Addi
I have been changing up my visits to the café lately. The blonde-haired guy smiled at me a few times, and he caught my eye, but I was not in the mood. I’d seen him talking to Ella and staring at me while he had. Asking about me I am sure I think grimly.
This week I had a craving so badly after my doctor's appointment that I couldn’t stay away. It’s not even close to a time I ever visit so I should be good. I am munching happily as I read when I smell him enter. He moves to stand next to my table.
“Hi there! Good book?”
“It’s informative.” I say tonelessly. He takes that as an invitation to sit, and I eye him warily.
“What’s it about?” I hold it up, “The first years of your baby’s life.”
He nods, not putting off at all like I expected. Or hoped. “Ella said you are expecting a lit
