I had a miserable day yesterday due to an error (that was wholly mine) that I made at work. I was frustrated and embarrassed and knowing that Jake and I had plans for the evening, I sent him a message: “Bad day. I need you and tiny cakes.”
At 5pm the city was lively and warm and we talked some three miles for cupcakes and ice cold skim milk. There was also a beer stop somewhere in the walk too. Amid the joy of it all the knot in my stomach untangled and things were back to good. We’re so city.