“Yes,” Susanne said. “I think that’s more reasonable. I looked it up on Google Maps. We can be home in about two and a half hours if there’s no traffic jam on the A5.”

“Or we could take the train,” Anja said. “That would actually be faster.”

The train? Susanne hadn’t even considered it, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. She could imagine that finding a parking spot at a trade fair with more than thirty thousand visitors would be a nightmare.

“She’s right.” Her uncle nodded decisively. “You should take the train. That way, you can just relax and spend the time talking and getting to know each other.”

Uh… That wasn’t on her agenda for Saturday. They would talk about the trade fair and Paper Love, not about their families or teenage kisses in the movie theater. Determined, she pulled out her phone and started looking for the best train connection.

“Aah!” Anja fisted her hair with both hands and stared back and forth between her open closet and her sofa bed, which was covered with slacks, skirts, and tops. How on earth was it possible that her entire closet was full of stuff, yet she had nothing to wear for Paperworld?

She couldn’t very well show up in jeans. What did you wear to a stationery fair, especially if going with your extremely well-dressed temporary-kind-of-boss? She glanced at her wristwatch. Almost eleven. Was it too late to call Miri?

She reached for her phone and tapped on the first name in her contact list. “Please tell me what to wear,” she burst out as soon as Miri picked up.

“Ooh! You’ve got a date?” Her friend sounded delighted. “Finally!”

“No! I’m going to Paperworld tomorrow, remember?”

“Oh, that. Yeah.” Miri’s tone sobered.

Anja pulled a wool sweater from the top compartment of the closet, then discarded it. The halls of the fair apparently became pretty hot with all the people milling about, so if she wore a sweater, she’d feel like a lobster being cooked alive. “So what do I wear?”

“Why are you obsessing over this?” Miri asked. “That’s not like you at all. Usually, you just throw something on and are done with it.”

“I’m not obsessing. I just… My job might depend on this.”

“Your job might depend on what you wear to a stationery fair?”

Okay, that sounded ridiculous. “No, that’s not what I meant. But the fair could give us ideas that could save the store, and I want to dress in a way that says that I’m taking this seriously.”

“All right. What are Nobby and Felix wearing?” Miri asked.

Anja pushed a pair of corduroy pants off the corner of the sofa and plopped down. “They’re not going. Someone has to cover the store. I’m going with Susanne.”

“Aha!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”