She smiled and said, ‘Wow, that was quick.’ ‘I’m sorry, it’s been…’ ‘Oh no, no. Don’t apologize, it’s kind of flattering for it to...happen so quickly.’ ‘But I wanted… I mean you…’ ‘No, not here, not like this. It’s just that… well after so long and now seeing you so down, defeated, I wanted, no needed to do something.’ ‘Well yes, not a good day, well not until now.’ She smiled. ‘Here,’ she handed him an envelope. ‘A mysterious envelope,’ he replied, ‘I’ve been served a few of those lately.’. "It's not the first time it's happened," Jon explained. "I think Stan is hoping after a few arrests the media might start getting the message." Maybe they are," Tanisha observed. "According to Stan, there's a lot fewer incidents like that than there were a week ago.It was probably good that they told the story, because as the whole group was getting out of their cars back at the apartment, the same news van that had been at the office earlier pulled up in front, and the same woman reporter got. Get her drunk. Except that he hadn't taken advantage of her when it happened. On the one hand, that made her feel good. On the other, they had been in a nice dark booth. She could remember that much. And he HADN'T taken advantage of her! She chastised herself for thinking that way. Just because she couldn't control having a crush on him didn't mean he felt the same way, even if he did say she was drop dead gorgeous.Then she wondered what else she might not be remembering."Um ... I didn't say. When Amber called me the second time I was waiting beside the building. I didn't drag her over to me, but I did hold my hand out for her to hold for a second. She gave me a smile.I was going to be open-minded about where we ate, but she didn't want to tell me where to go. We finally decided to eat at the IHOP right across the street, since it was right there. Sure, anyone can find something good to eat there.We talked about the town. Amber had been here all her life. I was new in town, sent to.