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didn’t
wear black (anything even resembling Goth was not a look a Davison should embrace),
red (blood didn’t inspire happy memories for me), or blue. I also didn’t wear
white because I tended to be messy and we had a crapload of cats. Toni designed
me pretty clothes in oranges, beiges, greens, and dark yellows. I was forever
dressed for autumn even at Easter festivities.
    I chose a dark brown skirt, a dark green sweater,
and black boots for my meeting with Flynn. While it was really too cold for a
skirt, I was thinking easy access. Then I made quick work of my homework, even
though I wasn’t sure if I would be alive to hand it in the next day. Restless,
I locked up the house and walked towards Harper Avenue where Gretchen’s food
truck was parked.
    As I approached, Hans spotted me and shook his
head. Apparently Gretchen was having a bad day and I was to be protected from
it. Yet I was hungry and food from the truck was free. Even though Gretchen gave
me a weekly allowance, I’d blown my money on a feast for dinner the night before,
thinking I was eating my last meal.
    Turning right, I headed to the corner where I said
I would meet Flynn. Twenty minutes early and standing next to a donut store, I
rifled through my pockets looking for money. I found three dollars in my jacket
pocket and ordered a little bag of donut holes and a small coffee. Not two
bites in, I looked up to find Flynn.
    “You’re going to spoil your dinner,” he said in
that happy accented voice of his.
    “Where are you from?” I asked, biting into another
donut hole. “No offense, but you sound like a leprechaun.”
    A grinning Flynn sat across from me. “Ireland, but I haven’t lived there in a long while. Can’t seem to shake the accent though.
Have you always lived here?”
    “Yes. Do you want a donut hole?”
    Shrugging, Flynn took one and popped it into his
mouth. I handed him a second one then finished the bag. Soon my coffee was gone
too.
    “I wasn’t kidding about the spot between the
dumpsters,” I said, wiping the stickiness from my fingers. “It’s impossible to
see from the street.”
    Flynn glanced at the street as if considering my
offer then smiled. “Where’s a good place for dinner?”
    “I’m not hungry.”
    Flynn’s smile faded. “I’m not taking you into an
alley.”
    “Do you have a car?” I offered, thinking of how
soft his hair looked. “I can’t take you to my house. My cats are feminazis and attack
men.”
    Flynn smiled for a moment then nodded. “I want to
have dinner.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m hungry and it’s dinner time.”
    Sighing, I leaned back into the chair and
considered my options. A free meal was always a good thing. Rubbing against
Flynn after dinner sure sounded like a pleasant way to end the day too. Yet I
got the impression he was messing with me and if I said yes, he would embarrass
me. I wasn’t sure why I distrusted him except that he clearly wanted sex and I
was offering and he said no. What was the con?
    “I’m not going to kill myself,” I said, cleaning
up my mess at the table. “I don’t need a white knight to save me.”
    “Then why were you on the bridge today?”
    “I was goofing around. My friend dared me to do it
and I wanted to mess with her. I wouldn’t have jumped. Even if I did, I would
have freaked out once I hit the cold water.”
    “Your friend?” Flynn said in a softer voice. “The
beautiful dark haired girl you were with at lunch.”
    Just like that, Flynn sucked all of the confidence
out of me. Despite my protests, I wanted to think he really was special and he
really did like me for more than sex or to save me. Yet he was just a guy.
    “Her name is Lacey and she’s not dating anyone. I
could introduce you two tomorrow if you want?”
    Flynn tapped his long fingers on the table then
glanced out of the window again.
    “I saw a steakhouse up the street. Do you eat
meat?”
    Studying Flynn, I felt depressed. Tomorrow I would
be dead and Lacey