~ Robert Heinlein
Sunday, September 24th ~ Afternoon
Harry and Daphne hadn't talked about what they were going to do on this particular Sunday, but since she'd been such a good sport about the 'getting ready for winter' weekend that had sort of taken over their last Sunday, he thought dinner out and a movie or even just a spin on the bike would be nice. The day had been decent enough and there might not be that many left before the nasty bite of winter moved in.
Parking the bike outside her building, Harry moved quickly up the stairs and knocked. He had a key, but didn't feel like abusing the privilege.