Zoë had seen him at the hoedown, but she'd thought she'd been hallucinating in the stress of the moment. There'd been so many people panicking and upset, and she'd wanted to get the full story so she'd been preoccupied with trying to get statements and following the sheriff (until he told her, politely, to fuck off).

But now things have settled down, and he's still here. She's seen him at town hall, and there's no way to avoid it now. What was he even doing here?

"Zain?" she called to him, crossing the road quickly to intercept. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"

where: ren faire who: zain madan (@zainmadan)

Zoë knew a Renaissance Faire wasn't the best place to reconcile with her ex(?)-fiancé. But it was public and anything but intimate, so she figured it would be a good first step, maybe.

“I thought we could pop in and get a drink, maybe some pie . . . a lowkey no pressure date,” she told him with a small smile. “What do you think?”