“Sometimes, yes,” he told her and wanted to tell her so much more. He missed being able to share his dreams and his worries with someone who really cared about him. He was always on his guard of late, never knowing if what he said would end up in the news, and if it did, it was never an exact quote, but something contorted to fit the story they were after. “Eastyn–”
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He sighed heavily with regret. He wanted to reach out so many time but after he broke things off the way he had with Eastyn he thought nobody would want to talk to him. “I was surrounded by people. There’s a difference. I’m not sure which ones are my friends and it always seems like they want something from me.”
Snippet: “No?” She slid from her seat. “No.” He reached for her hand, but her twin eyes of fury made him let her go. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “It would be nice to see old friends. It’s been so long.” “In the media, it looked like friends always surrounded you,” she said as if the word friend proved vile. “New friends,” she added. “I thought you forgot all about us little folks back home.” About the book: Eastyn has her soda shop to run and specialty ice creams to create. Only the place is falling apart, and she may have …
“Maybe we could all meet at Burry Park for a movie. Like old times.”
“It conjures old memories,” he finished her thought.
“Yes,” she said on a sigh.
“Not all bad, I hope.” And he prayed she would agree.
“No, not all bad.” He gave her a whisper of a smile.
“You first,” he said since it was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.
“I saw your performance on TV the other night,” she said as she reached for her soda.
“Yeah, which one?”
Her slender shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I’m not sure where it was, but someone had posted it online. I think you were at the Greek. You were really… uh… energetic.”
Snippet: WIP He headed back up front, where he found Eastyn seated at the counter, waiting for him before she dug into her sandwich. He slid onto the stool next to her. “I didn’t know what chips you wanted,” she said. “You used to like corn chips.” “Still do,” he told her and tore open the bag, dumping the chips onto his plate. He reached for the grilled sandwich with the bread fried to a golden brown. He bit into the cheesy goodness and closed his eyes. Summer days and moments with Eastyn, and all of it flooded his memories …
A few minutes later, she placed dishes on the counter with grilled cheese sandwiches, then tossed a few chip bags there, too. Grabbing two bottles of soda pop from behind the counter, she popped the cap with opener she must have nailed to the counter. As she poured the dark fizzy liquid into to glasses filled with ice, the crackle and pop filled the air from the sudden intrusion.
So he stayed and let the flood of memories reminded him of another time: her cooking him a meal while they chatted about what adventure they’d partake in for the day. He would help prepare, too, by chopping and mincing, though he was sure Eastyn would claim he snacked more than helped. His lips curved at the memory of days gone by, but when she glanced over her shoulder at him, he quickly lowered his gaze and pretended to fiddle with the wires.
