"There you are. I was starting to think you weren't coming," Mark says when I join him at the table at the back of the library.
"I'm so sorry. I was at a job interview and it went a little long," I apologize.
"No worries. How did the interview go?" he asks.
"It went well. I got the job."
"That's great!" he smiles. "So where will you be working?"
"It's this cute little boutique about a block away from my apartment called Sassy Season. The owner said she was in dire need of help and basically told me as long as I wasn't a criminal, she would hire me."
He laughs at that. "And I'm assuming you're not, right?"
"My record is clean," I reply. "I've never so much as stolen a packet of ketchup from a restaurant."
"So Sessy is a good girl," he smirks.
"Yeah, I try to be anyway," I chuckl
