Stereotype and neat little boxes

Meg opened the door of the Manor and stuck her hand outside. The raindrops fell on her palm as she stared into the horizon.

It had been raining for a few hours and she had hoped it would slow down to a drizzle so she could take a walk.

And it had reduced to a drizzle already.

She needed to clear her head and do some serious thinking. The Catherine story had gotten a little complicated than she expected and her thoughts were jumbled.

The week had gone by and she had spent most of her time reading and writing, trying to interpret and piece the story together in an orderly fashion.

She had seen Jake twice during the week when he came to hang out with her for an hour or two, but no mention of the other night was made.

It had given her some serious thought.

Had Jake been flirting with her the night at the club or was he truly interested in her but waiting until she made the first move?

Or was