Her card carried a faint scent of the vanilla perfume she’d bought at the mall last summer.

I laid both cards on my metal tray beside my untouched dinner.

Under the plastic container I found three bags of ground coffee and a pile of folded gray T-shirts.

A small slip of thermal paper was jammed between the side of the box and the bottom flap.

It had slid under the inner packing during the trip.

I worked it free and smoothed it out on the table.

The printed ink was dark and fresh, with no creases at all.