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                I almost felt as if I was floating when I woke up the next morning and prepared my own homemade coffee so I could get ready for the remote broadcast at the local diner.
                As I threw back my first slug of the black drink, I thought about my dad. I wished he had lived long enough to see me get married. I could have called him and told him about my date with Abigail and he would have given me advice on what to do for our second date.
                The whole prospect was very exciting and as I left the house with a thermos full of more coffee, I was pretty sure I had an extra spring in my step.
                The diner where the remote was being held was a ten-minute drive past the studios. I stopped by the office first to pick up a few pieces of equipment along with Jim, our engineer and the station vehicle.
                Jim was a cranky old guy, but everyone loved him. I could never quite tell if he was cranky simply because he was cranky or if it was just a face he put on in order to get laughs.
                “Took your time getting here, didn’t you?” Jim asked as I walked through the studio’s front door.
                I glanced at my watch to ensure I wasn’t late. The clock read 5 a.m. on the dot. We needed to get to the site a full half an hour before the remote broadcast began so we could get everything ready. Jim would hook up the equipment and I would set up the table with the window stickers and giveaways and other materials while listening to Jim grumble.
                I ignored Jim’s comment and grabbed the bin of items I needed for the table. The promotions director had organized everything for me the day before.
                As I headed back out towards the front of the office space, I felt Jim fall into step behind me. “You got the keys?” he asked, referring to the station vehicle.
                “Not yet,” I answered, planning to pick them up at the front desk on my way out.
                “Humph,” Jim breathed as he swung around the desk at the entrance of the office space and grabbed the keys himself. Jim liked to feel that it was always up to him to do everything and usually, we all just let him.
                “Got everything?” I asked in a cheerful voice.
                Jim pursed one corner of his mouth at my sarcasm. If Jim was one thing, other than cranky, it was well prepared.
                By the time we got out to the station vehicle, a tiny sliver of light was beginning to show through the clouds in the sky. Jim unlocked the back door and swung it open so I could throw in my own box of items. Then, we both circled around the front. Jim unlocked the passenger side, leaned over and unlocked the driver’s side.
                I climbed in and caught the keys as they flew in front of my face.
                “Crank it hard this time, Jones,” he said gruffly.
                The station vehicle was a tad bit like Chloe’s car. It had seen better days. When the station was still building its image many years before my time, those in charge realized it needed to raise its public image. That meant making appearances around the city and it also meant placing the station logo in a prominent position each time.
                The company had not been able to afford a brand new vehicle and there were no car dealerships willing to work out a trade with a station that was still working its way up the ladder within the city. Instead of giving up, one of the employees got a lead on an old ambulance for sale for dirt cheap.
                The station secured the ambulance and managed to scrape together enough money to paint the exterior with the station logos and catch phrases. The inside of the old vehicle was gutted so that all that remained was the passenger