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things.
    “ You’re a barista, right?”
    “ The best,” Janine answered for her.
    And Page had a new job barely twenty-four hours after leaving her last one.
    Armand roasted his own beans somewhere in the basement of the house. He hadn’t shown her that part of the process yet, focusing on teaching her their particular measurements for drinks. He made his cappuccinos a lot stronger than her old café, automatically making each a double shot. His mochas used more milk and less syrup. And of course she had to learn how to use the new machine, which was an older model than she was used to and could get a bit finicky at times.
    It was still going remarkably well, though. Armand had even quietly put out the word that if Van came inside, he was to be watched.
    “ I’m almost always here anyway,” he reassured Page. “I doubt he’ll dare come in here now, but if he does, everyone here’s on your side.” Armand grinned that hugely toothy grin again.
    Nicholas showed up near the end of Page’s morning shift.
    “ The usual?” Page asked, ready to summon Armand. Nicholas shook his head.
    “ I don’t like drinking good coffee on the go,” he explained. “I think I’ve found you a decent apartment.” He took a seat to the side of the counter and waited patiently until Page finished the last fifteen minutes of her shift. Armand gave the two of them a cheery wave as they exited the coffee house.
    “ It’s nearby,” Nicholas said, taking Page’s hand. “It’s smaller than your last place, but it’s not like you have a lot of stuff. Rent’s reasonable.
    “ Of course,” he continued. “Normally I’d warn someone like you away from the neighborhood, but in your case that’s hardly a concern.”
    Page giggled. Nicholas’s good mood was catching, and he was practically humming as they walked.
    The new apartment turned out to be a few converted rooms on the second floor of an old house. The landlady lived next door, and Nicholas introduced her simply as “Ellen.”
    Ellen was a grizzled old woman who walked with harsh thumps of a cane she didn’t seem to entirely need. She patted Page’s arm reassuringly as they entered the house with the rooms to rent.
    Nicholas was right. The place was smaller than Page’s old apartment. The main room was already half-kitchen, with enough space for a dining table. A small alcove to the right of the door could maybe house a small living chair and a new television, if Page decided to splurge. The bathroom had once been a closet and still featured a sliding door, and the bedroom had probably once been another alcove but was now set off from the rest of the room by a rattling wooden bead curtain. The entire apartment had dark hardwood floors, except for the bathroom which featured very new-looking checkerboard linoleum.
    “… and the plumbing just got adjusted a few months ago,” Ellen finished, completing the short tour. “What do you think?”
    Page grinned. “It’s perfect.”
    It was easily within her budget, too, which had been a relief, especially as she’d need to buy a new bed soon. Nicholas left to fetch her belongings from the coffee house while Page and Ellen straightened out the paperwork. Page was exploring the kitchen cupboards when he got back, setting her boxes on the floor with an ease that belied their weight.
    Page hugged him. “Thank you so much,” she said. Nicholas merely smiled and pulled her in for a kiss.
    “ I thought,” he said once they pulled apart again, “that perhaps we should have another date today. There’s a few secondhand stores around here that you could use to start outfitting your new kitchen. Maybe even find a bed frame.” He paused. “Getting a mattress might be a little more difficult, but I’m sure we’ll find something for you to sleep on tonight.”
    Page agreed readily. She hated to impose upon Armand longer than necessary, especially as there was always the chance that someone else might need that emergency room