Chapter 17: 1970s
The whole ride from DC to New York I have been asking Zander for clues of our date tonight. Even when we stopped by for a quick lunch at a diner, he kept recluse and evasive. By the time we pulled up in front of my apartment building, the only thing I got from him was to ‘dress nice’ . Zander walked me to my door before running back to his car to unload my luggage and carry it to the door.
“You don’t have to, I can have some help from the staff”
