I checked the time on my phone screen as I waited at the bus stop on Maple Ave. It was surprisingly chilly out, and while I kept looking around expecting Anna to show up, I couldn’t help but imagine what kind of job this was really going to be. I thought about delivering packages, dog-walking, tending to some gardens for some folks in the suburbs, but none of it felt quite right. Anna was short about what it was, only telling me that it was best I used my bike for this one because we’d be on the move a lot, but even so, I just couldn’t figure it out. A few moments later, I heard the sound of a bike engine revving, and I looked to my left to see Anna barreling down the street toward me. She slowed down as she got closer to the bench I was sitting on, my bike pulled into the corner so it would be out of the way.
