She called me first, twice.

The second time she asked for my due date, and then she corrected it.”

“And did you spend it?”

“No.

It’s in my drawer, under the good scissors.”

Two busloads of teenagers came through the doors and took the inside tables, so we carried our cups out to the patio, where the wind kept folding the pages back.

She put her hand flat on the contract to hold it still.

“I haven’t signed.