“Ginger sauce. I’m telling you.”
He turns to leave, and I blurt out, “Thank you!”
He glances back.
I shake my head, hoping it will sift out the lunacy and keep the sane parts of my vocabulary. “Thank you. For helping me. I really didn’t know what I was going to do about getting back in.”
He nods. “Anytime, Claire.”
And I realize that even though I never told him my name, he knows it becausehe owns the building.
“That’s what friends are for.” He holds my gaze for a beat too long, then turns and walks away.
Minnie: Did you download the app?
Claire:No.
Minnie:Mom.
Claire: Amelia.
Minnie: I found someone perfect for you. He loves Chicago sports and tavern-style pizza.
Claire: That’s literally the entire South Side.
Minnie:Mom.
Claire: Amelia.
Minnie: You love pizza.
Claire: Everyone loves pizza.You can’t build a relationship on pizza.
Minnie: It’s one date, you’re not going to marry the guy.
Claire: I’m not comfortable with dating apps. It feels like shopping for people.
Minnie: I mean... kind of. But it’s a great way to get out and see your new city. And maybe meet a hot guy.
Claire: Amelia.
Minnie: Mother.
Claire: Mother???
Minnie: Check it out. And your profile. And hey...
Claire:Yes?
Minnie: Have fun!??
Chapter 6
The Dim sum was better with the ginger sauce.
And everything wasamazing.
The next morning, I’ve got a Chinese food hangover, but I’m feeling empowered to cross something off my list.
