3:45 PM
Either way, she was standing outside Matt's apartment with a bag that contained focaccia bread and blueberry muffins, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey sweater and black coat. The city was colder this time of year, even more so lately with the temperatures dropping to freezing levels. It wouldn't surprise her if it started to snow on her way back to her hotel. She had knocked on his door, just waiting to be let in.
Should I have brought wine? The thought drifted through her mind, and she soon shook her head no. Matt told her it was more than enough for her to bring bread, and he wasn't going to expect muffins for his colleagues. She had done more than enough.
Everything would be fine. It was just dinner--nothing that could be world-ending, right?]