The emails continue between Edgar and Tonya on a frequent if not daily basis. At no point does he ever mention doing anything socially with her again, nor does she. Until a handful of weeks have gone by and out of the blue it’s 2:30 in the afternoon on a Friday, and she dials his office for whatever reason, in seemingly a giddy mood. Says she’s getting off at four herself, it’s a gorgeous fall day et cetera, and wondering if he wouldn’t want to meet for happy hour somewhere.
Part of him thinks he should blow her off, so as not to appear too eager. What kind of lowlife wouldn’t already have plans for a Friday night? But then he thinks, they’ve already wasted enough time, it sounds fun, who cares. As the hipster district lies roughly halfway between their two stores, they both agree this would make the most natural destination, preferably a place with a patio. He is just about to suggest Johnson Street Tavern, when she interrupts.
“Anywhere but Johnson Street Tavern. I hate that place!”
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://jasonmcgathey.wordpress.com/2021/03/10/tales-of-a-scorched-coffee-pot-chapter-23/
