Half Girlfriend

‘Is it a bar?’
‘No, a farmer’s market is like a street fair. They have organic food
stalls, and a couple of random gigs sometimes.’
‘So what do I do?’
‘I don’t know. Sorry, they didn’t know more.’
‘Will the fair organizers know?’
‘I doubt it. Its too huge a place.You call check. Take train number
four to Union Square.’
‘Okay,’ I said.
‘Sorry, Mad-dav. I said I would confuse you. But that day you said
you don’t even know if she is here. Well, she might be.’
‘Thanks, Erica.’