Wordle by Wordle: Day 229
Monday, Aug 26, 2024
Wordle #1164 – STAKE
For one horrifying second, I think Bree is about to hug me. Mercifully, she lets her hands fall to her sides when she sees my expression.
I dive back into my chair and Bree follows suit.
“Wow, this place has really changed since college!” Bree says brightly, taking in the industrial-chic café with its high ceilings and bare Edison bulbs. Looking anywhere but at me.
“New ownership.”
I was surprised when Bree suggested this coffee shop for our meeting—one of our old haunts from our UC Berkeley days. I had expected her to pick Charmaine's, or her favorite bottomless mimosa brunch, or some other watering hole. So, this choice had struck me as strangely… thoughtful.
Then again, I wouldn’t stake my life on it being a selfless gesture. Maybe Bree is trying to emotionally manipulate me—trying to conjure up a nostalgic fondness for the good ol’ days.
Or maybe she chose here to get away from the City—somewhere that she wouldn’t expect to be seen. If so, it’s working. No one is paying us any mind.
The Crypto Killer and the Pink Widow.
“So…” I drum my fingers against the side of my glass.
“So.”
Bree doesn’t seem to know where to look. Her eyes flit anxiously from my face to the baristas, out the window, and then back to me without ever landing. Like a schoolboy who’s stumbled into the girls’ locker room.
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