At Kafe Leopold in Georgetown on a rainy day. Down a cobblestone alley between red brick buildings.
We sit at a small round table. If it was warmer and sunny, we could be sitting outside. But it’s not so instead we are inside holding our coffees in our hands waiting for dessert.
I take out my phone, holding it secretly below the table, out of sight from the Fair and Industrious Trudy. I text her without her noticing.
I like you.
Her phone rings. She jumps and looks down and then laughs.