I knew the danger of turning one experience into a rule for everyone.

Later that evening, I walked home with a folder under my arm and stopped outside a bakery.

I bought a pastry for no occasion at all.

Spencer used to scold me for buying small treats while insisting that money was too tight, then order expensive bottles of wine without hesitation.

I sat by the window and ate slowly, watching commuters hurry through the rain.

The pastry was ordinary and slightly too sweet.