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A Saturday That Refused to Cooperate

Walnut Street, Boulder, Colorado

Prologue

By the time Maddie realized Saturday was already running without her, the kettle had burned dry and Hobbes had stolen the good patch of sunlight.

She stood in the bedroom doorway, one sock on, one sock missing, staring at the chair where her usual “outside clothes” lived. The problem wasn’t vanity. It was logistics.

A quick coffee meant a long walk.
A long walk meant cold.
Cold meant stiffness.
And stiffness meant she’d be annoyed at herself by noon.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser. She picked it up, then set it down again, already tired of holding it.

From the sidewalk below:
“—no, I said Tuesday. Tuesday.”

Maddie sighed.
Fine. Let’s just get through the morning.

1. The Stoop Test

The stoop boards were still damp from last night’s melt, darkened in stripes where the sun hadn’t reached yet. Walnut Street smelled like wet leaves, old brick, and espresso grounds dumped too early.

Maddie sat to lace her shoes and slid her phone into her leggings out of habit.

It didn’t slide back out.

She stood.
Sat again.
Shifted her weight.

The waistband stayed put. No pinch. No roll. No silent bargaining.

Across the street, Mrs. Calder from the yellow duplex was sweeping, even though there was nothing left to sweep. She paused, leaned on the broom.

“Cold one,” she said, like a statement, not a greeting.

“Feels earned,” Maddie replied.

Mrs. Calder nodded once. The broom resumed.

Hobbes bolted past Maddie’s ankles, chased a leaf for half a heartbeat, then gave up entirely. Maddie adjusted her hoodie and waited for the familiar oh no moment.

It never came.

2. Coffee, Commentary, and the First Call-Out

Pearl Street was already doing its thing — joggers pretending not to jog, tourists pretending not to be lost, everyone pretending the cold was refreshing.

Titus spotted her from half a block away, waving a foil-wrapped breakfast burrito like it was airport signaling equipment.

“You’re late,” he said. “Also—” he nodded downward, mouth full, “—those new?”

Maddie blinked. “What?”

“Your legs,” he said. “You’re not doing the tug.”

Renee arrived mid-sentence, coffee already half gone, leggings rolled just slightly at the ankle. She squinted, professional curiosity kicking in.

“Okay,” she said, “real question. Do they have pockets, or are you emotionally compromised?”

Maddie reached in, pulled out her phone. Then her keys. The keys clinked — a real sound, not a marketing promise.

Renee raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

A cyclist cut too close behind them. Someone muttered something unprintable. Titus dropped a piece of egg, stared at it like it might recover, then stepped over it.

They started toward the creek, conversation hopping the way it always did — weekend plans, someone’s weird landlord, whether oat milk tasted different this month.

At some point, Maddie noticed her calves were warm.

Not sweaty warm.
Just… handled.

3. Naming Things Like Adults

They stopped near the footbridge. Snowmelt roared loud enough that everyone talked slightly louder without realizing it.

Renee finally said it, casual as a shrug. “Okay, stop gatekeeping. Where’d you get them?”

Maddie hesitated — not because it was a secret, but because saying a brand name always felt weirdly formal.

“Baleaf,” she said. “Online. I took a chance.”

Titus nodded immediately. “Yeah, that tracks. Baleaf’s a running brand. They’re not trying to be cute.”

Renee frowned thoughtfully. “Aren’t they… cheaper?”

“Yeah,” Maddie said. “Which is why I didn’t expect much. But they actually show up.”

A woman walking her dog slowed nearby, glanced at Maddie’s legs, then said to no one in particular, “Those look warm.”

The dog sneezed violently.

Nobody acknowledged it.

4. Time Slips Sideways

By the time Maddie noticed the light had changed, it was already afternoon.

They’d wandered farther than planned. She’d sat on a cold bench longer than intended. After lunch, the waistband pressed just a little — not uncomfortable, just honest. She made a mental note about sizing, the kind you only make when something mostly works.

Back home, she kicked off her shoes.

Didn’t immediately peel off the leggings.

That was new.

She made tea. Hobbes reclaimed the sun. Her phone buzzed again — still in the pocket. Still secure.

When she finally changed, she folded the leggings instead of draping them over the chair.

She noticed herself noticing that.

Epilogue

That night, brushing her teeth, Maddie realized her legs still felt warm — not from heat, but from not having spent the day fighting fabric.

Not perfect.
Just present.

She texted Renee the Baleaf link before bed. No commentary. No pitch.

Renee replied a minute later:
“Okay yeah. That price makes sense.”

At some point, you stop trying to sell people on things and start exchanging notes like adults.

Affiliate Disclaimer (Because Adults Also Read Fine Print)

If you end up buying Baleaf through a link here, I may earn a small commission — roughly the cost of a good coffee or one emotionally necessary pastry. No opinions were rented, no discomforts were hidden, and Hobbes remains deeply skeptical of commerce.

— The Seasoned Sage