“Great,” she’d said. “We’ll check it out.”
Customers were always trading recipes and classes and bicycles so I didn’t think much of it. But we didn’t check it out, she did. At first, Tuesday came to my place after class, sweat-slicked and sexy, smelling of Nag Champa and salt. And it was great. After a few weeks, though, she came over less, saying she needed a good shower and sleep in her own bed before her early shift at Tender Bite.