Chapter Four
Finn
Roughly a week after my encounter with the delectable Jana, I pushed through the door into Desert Isle Coffee, one of the coffee shops I frequented around Seattle. Truth be told, Jana had been in and out of my thoughts all week. As far as fantasies went, she was making herself at home in my brain. Ever since Kristen and I broke up, I'd been rather cynical about even the idea of dating. It's not that I was celibate. I wasn't that foolish, but I definitely kept things casual as far as dating went. In my encounters through the course of my job and life, Jana held the distinction of being the one and only woman I couldn't stop thinking about.
I kept wondering if I should've answered differently when she tried to get me to go out to dinner with her. I would've loved to have
