Ericka Van Dreyton was never one to take the bait, as it were. This guy, who looked a little like Ryan Reynolds, by the way, obviously thought that his card left on the table was her cue to call him. She’d been carrying the card around in her coat pocket for a week, and had decided she definitely would not call him … today. Halloween was soon on the menu and in Idaho Springs that meant shop windows strewn with cobwebs and cat-sized spiders hanging from ceilings. There was a festive spirit of goblins lurking around corners and ghosts dancing in the street. Idaho Springs was a town built into the mountainside, houses tucked into the nooks and crannies, with hidden mines at the end of every other street. Ricky looked across the way at the waterwheel that was still turning despite the cooler temperatures, the sun streaking its timbers with promise of a warm day. She made a stop at the Wild Grape in search of a Birthday gift for her sister, then wandered through Canyon Outfitters to see if they still had the tooled, silver studded handbag that she had decided she couldn’t live without. Purchases made, she stopped in for a hello to Asta at Java Mountain Roasters and one of her famous Pumpkin Spice Lattes. The roasting was done and the whole shop was scented with coffee magic as one of the girls ground beans for a customer. Ricky sat down at a table to wait for a break in the counter action and that’s when she spotted him, the Ryan Reynolds knock off. He was going to think she was following him. She walked over to his table and waited for him to look up. “I just wanted you to know,” Ricky explained, “that I just happened in here. I’m not following you.” He smiled – disarming – annoying. “I didn’t think you were following me,” Ryan said. “But it would be fine if you were.” “Good answer,” Ricky said, then went and sat down at another table.