into the kitchen looking slightly stunned.
“She said yes.”
I smiled.
“You finally asked.”
About a month later, Tamika called us from the theater.
She said someone had left something for Owen.
We drove over.
Tamika met us in the lobby holding a white envelope.
“A woman came here last week,” she explained. “She asked about the man wearing the Spider-Man shirt.”
Owen looked at her.
“I told her I couldn’t give out customer information. So she left this in case you ever returned.”
Inside the envelope was a drawing.
