After dinner, the rain had finally cleared up. Bonnie couldn’t settle down, her eyes drifting to her phone every few minutes. She scanned group chats, half-dreading that someone might have forwarded photos or videos about what happened earlier. When she didn’t find anything, she checked local social feeds. Nothing turned up. Only then did her thumping heart start to slow.
Aiken had gone to pay the bill, but he hadn’t come back yet. Bonnie hesitated, then tapped open her chat with Helen. Are you off work yet?
As a pro at a design firm, Helen always replied in seconds. She sent back a teary emoji. Not yet. We’re working late tonight—big planning review tomorrow. The whole print crew is here pulling overtime.
What’s up? Is your cop date over already?
Daily check-in: did Aiken finally confess?
Reading Helen’s rapid-fire replies, Bonnie felt a wave of relief. Helen knew everyone and belonged to a bunch of small group chats. If she hadn’t seen anything, maybe things weren’t blowing up online after all.
Bonnie sent back a sticker of a puppy with a carrot and typed, Go do your thing. The sooner you finish, the sooner you get home. Enjoy your day off tomorrow.
Helen replied with an OK.
Bonnie turned her phone screen off and glanced toward the counter. No sign of Aiken. She was just reaching for her phone to call him when he appeared at the entrance, carrying a bright orange paper bag.
He hurried over, smiling. “There’s a shop next door. I grabbed you a scarf. It’s freezing today, and your neck’s getting all the cold air. Don’t want you to get a chill.”
He pulled a box out of the bag and flipped it open. Inside was a soft, classic scarf in a milky tea color, patterned with the brand logo.
Bonnie paused in surprise, a sudden warmth flooding her chest. She couldn’t hold back a smile. “Thank you, but this is way too much. I can’t take it.”

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