What do you do when a five-day-long first date goes horribly, horribly right and you have to take him to the airport early Sunday morning after four hours of sleep and put him on his flight to London and you don't know when, or even if, you'll see each other again?
You come home to an empty apartment, make some tea with sugar and milk — even though you don't drink tea with sugar and milk, but that's what he drank while he was here and it started to sound sort of appealing and besides later you can have coffee — and you sit and you think.