Wordle #999 - SINCE
“Sure! Just a moment,” the girl says cheerfully and disappears into the back without any further questions. I’m a little disappointed that she didn’t even ask for my name—I’ve come up with a pretty good one.
A minute goes by. The studio has emptied out almost entirely by the time Austin Early rounds the corner and strides toward me with an easy confidence. The two remaining women near the door titter to each other.
“Hi. I’m Austin.” He extends his hand and smiles at me so beatifically that I almost can’t bear to look at him. His beaming face unleashes more godly radiance than the Ark of the Covenant.
Oh. Okay, I get it now, Bree.
“Um, hi,” I say and shake his hand. My fingers have turned to noodles, but his grip is firm and warm and I miss it as soon as he pulls his hand away.
“And who might you be?” Austin prompts me with a grin.
“Oh, um, I’m Hildy. Hildy Collins.” God, I haven’t been this tongue-tied since I first met Roy. “I’m a freelance writer for SFGate.”
I’ve only posed as a journalist a couple of times before, but the ruse has been surprisingly effective. No one asks for confirmation, and everyone is thrilled to talk about themselves.
“I’m writing a piece about yoga culture in the City.”
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