One of the perks of flexible working hours was the possibility to leave a little early from time to time. So that's what Alexander did, enticed by the green leaves and golden rays of the sun outside. He'd never admit it, especially not to the mundane crowd around here, but his reason for leaving actually had little to do with the approaching Summer. In fact, it was quite strongly connected with Winter, or one facet of the Season.
Ever since that evening at the Blue Note there was a face painted in frost at the back of his mind. Her face.
Was he captivated by the kindness in her violet eyes? Enticed by the mystery lingering beneath? He didn't know, but he had to know soon, and today he was going
to take a step in that direction (he hoped). But it mustn't look like an interrogation or an attempt to sate shallow curiosity. So it's best to pick a friendly, yet meaningful place and veil the conversation in an official business, at least at first.
On the previous day, he sent a text to the number given to him:
The Glacier is a small, homely gelateria just across the street from Sutter's Fort. Right now it's half full, with people of all ages coming and going. Alexander sits by one of the outside tables. With a tall glass of ordered orange juice he observes the busy street and the historical landmark and waits, wondering if Sasha will show up.