After that, he kept appearing.
At first, it seemed like coincidence. He showed up at the same café two days later. Then at the park near Diana’s daycare. Then outside the bookstore that Saturday.
At some point, coincidence turned into intention.
He asked for my number—and he actually used it.
Jack sent funny grocery store photos. He said things like, “I was thinking about what you said,” and somehow it never felt rehearsed.