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look like a kindergarten teacher come to pick up his date in a small town. He looked like some international European model.
    Lucas got out of the car and opened the door on the passenger side for her. “Hey.”
    “Hi. Nice ride. How did you afford this?” The question came out before Ivy realized it was inappropriate. She just couldn’t imagine a vintage muscle car in mint condition being on a kindergarten teacher’s salary.
    He laughed.
    “I can’t really afford it. It was a… gift. About half my paycheck goes to keeping it running and the gas tank full.”
    “I can imagine.” Ivy sat down in the passenger seat, smoothing her skirt over her lap. She felt her nervousness melting away.
    Lucas let the door swing shut and got behind the wheel.
    “Are you in the mood for Indian? There’s a nice place a few minutes away.”
    “Sounds good.”
    “Nice” was an understatement. The restaurant was a cloth napkin and tablecloth with a candle type deal. The simple curry Ivy ordered cost fifteen dollars. The bottle of champagne Lucas ordered cost forty.
    “This is… amazing. I wasn’t expecting much more than a decent Italian place or something.” Ivy smiled across the table at Lucas.
    He shrugged. “I want to impress you.”
    “You definitely have.” Ivy took a sip of wine. “So… tell me about yourself?”
    He looked up at her, appearing a little put off.
    “I’m mostly curious about how you ended up in Paisley. You said at the park that you came from the city?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “But it’s really not an interesting story at all. I want to know about you, Ivy.”
    “What do you want to know?” She decided not to ask why he’d moved again. He obviously really didn’t want to talk about it.
    “Hm.” He leaned back in his chair. A strand of black hair fell into his eyes. “Did you grow up in the city?”
    “Yep. This is my first time spending so much consecutive time in a small town.”
    “But you like it.”
    “I do.”
    He cocked his head and looked at her for a moment. She breathed carefully. She felt like he could tell much more about her by looking than from whatever answers she gave to his questions.
    “What do you do? For a living.”
    “I edit a real estate magazine.”
    “Sounds… interesting.”
    “It really isn’t. I grew up loving words and writing and wanted to be a writer. I got to college, majored in English, realized I had no talent for writing but had a good intuition for the English language, and ended up editing a magazine that barely has any writing in it at all.”
    “Well. You don’t sound too satisfied.”
    “I’m not. I’m really not.” Ivy had barely admitted this to herself, let alone anyone else. “Did you always want to be a teacher?”
    Lucas shook his head. “No. But I enjoy it. More than I thought I would.”
    “What did you major in?”
    He blinked. “Don’t judge –but, uh, I didn’t go to college. Not until I moved here. I got a teaching certification. Actually, I’m still getting certified. This job is part of the whole process.”
    “Hey, everyone has their own path. Why not go to college?”
    “I just felt like what I wanted to do in life didn’t require a college degree.”
    “What did you do instead?”
    A pause. “Travel. I took odd jobs and traveled around the world.”
    “Seriously? I’ve always wanted to travel but the farthest I’ve been is across the country. Where have you been?”
    “It’s not that long of a list. A few countries in Europe. I spent the most time in Italy and France. Then India, and Australia, and most of South America.”
    “Lucas. That’s a pretty long list.”
    He shrugged, smiling. “Longer than yours.” He scraped up a last bite from his entrée of chicken tikka masala. “It was a while ago.”
    There was a comfortable silence. Ivy could barely imagine that earlier that day they’d had that awkward encounter in the park. The atmosphere was completely different now.
    She poured herself another