When I came back the next morning, Chris, an ex-Loft Hostel staff and old friend of the establishment, cornered me at the dining area. I was about to make a lunch of roasted summer vegetables.
“So, Emilie tells me you went out on a date last night. Was that why you weren’t back till an hour ago?”
I laughed. Busted.
“Just so long as you know its temporary. Easy. No complications.”
Exactly. Just two ships passing in the night.