My phone buzzed in my pocket as I stepped onto the sidewalk. Mike's name flashes across the screen, and I quickly answered before the call goes to voicemail.
"Hey, Fiona," his voice comes through, warm and lively. "You ready to find the place?"
"Yeah," I say, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "I hope I don't get lost."
He chuckles. "Don't worry, it's pretty straightforward. You're near the school, right?"
I glance around, taking in the quiet streets and low-rise buildings. "Yeah, I'm just outside."
"Okay, head down Main Street until you see the park. The bakery's a few blocks past that—it's called Mike's Bakery. You can't miss it."
"Got it," I say, trying to sound confident even though I've never been great with directions.
"And Fiona?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't overthink it," he says, his tone softening. "You'll do great. See you soon."
I hang up, feeling a small smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
