Though he could have found something cheaper, the location couldn’t be beat—the River Market district was eclectic and fun, full of restaurants, bars, and a huge farmers market that attracted people from all over the city in the warmer months.
He made himself a simple sandwich and crashed on his couch, remote in hand. As he had every time since their dinner together, he thought of Lauren while he scrolled through the documentaries in his queue.
Andrew: Have you seen the new killer whale documentary?
Several minutes passed with no response. Just when he’d decided she wasn’t going to answer, his phone dinged.
Lauren: Watched it last night. Do it.
Andrew: Doing it.
Lauren: Though, I should warn you it was a little fishy.
Andrew: I sea what you did there.
Lauren: Salmon had to say it.
Andrew:You’ve got me hooked on puns now.
Lauren: It wasn’t on porpoise.
Andrew: Let’s just clam down a little bit.
Lauren:Don’t krill my vibe.
Andrew:Eh. When you think of a better one, let minnow.
Lauren: Whale done.
Andrew:Shell yes, it was.
Lauren: Water you thinking now?
Andrew:Damn, I can’t think of any more. You win this one. How was your Monday?
Lauren:Pretty good, actually. Yours? How do you feel?
Andrew: I’m good.
Lauren: You sure?
Andrew:I’m sure. My day was busy, but I like it that way.
Lauren: Me too.
Andrew: Have a good night, hope to see you Thursday.
She didn’t reply, and he tried to think of other things. But tonight, like most others, Lauren Taylor wasn’t far from his mind.