“Sounds perfect.” I said, starting the engine.
We listened to the radio on our drive to the restaurant, neither of us having much to say to the other. Some truths were spoken last night, and I think we were both just trying to let them sink in. Biscuitville was only ten minutes from our hotel, and when we arrived the parking lot was nearly full. I managed to find a spot in the back though, and when we got out of the truck, the smell of fresh biscuits immediately filled my senses.
Morgan was walking behind me, holding her phone in her hands.
“It says here that they make fresh biscuits every fifteen minutes. They use locally milled flour, buttermilk, and shortening. They call it the biscuit window, how clever!”
I laughed. “I never thought I'd see you so excited about something that wasn't fashion.”
She placed her phone back in her purse, ignoring me as we walked into the busy restaurant. The smell was even better from here, and the sounds of talking, and laughter filled the room. A young waitress with flour on her apron, and even more on her cheek came rushing over to us in a tizzy.
“Table for two?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.
I nodded, and she glanced around the room. “We've got a table clearing up right now, it'll just be a minute.”
“Take your time.” I said with a smile, and Morgan nudged me.
“It's her job to find solutions. You shouldn't coddle the poor girl.”
“I don't even know the girl.” I laughed. “I'm hardly coddling a waitress by being polite.”
“She takes orders, and delivers food. How hard can it be?”
“Hey! I was a waitress in high school, and it's a very demanding job. Not to mention the rude patrons, and non tippers.”
“Alright, alright. Spare me the lecture.” She laughed.
A few minutes later, the girl returned with two menus in her hand.
“Right this way ladies.” She smiled.
Morgan, and I followed her down the aisle way zigging, and zagging right along with her until we finally reached a table in the back corner of the room.
“I hope this is alright. We're really swamped today.”
“It's just fine.” I said, as I slipped into the booth.
Morgan slid in across from me, and gave our waitress a small smile.
“Could we have some coffee please?”
“Of course. Here are your menus, and my name is Tanya if you need anything at all please don't hesitate to ask for me.”
“Thank you, Tanya.” I said, before she rushed off towards the coffee cart.
We began to look over our menus while we waited, and everything looked absolutely delicious. Since this place was known for their biscuits, I already knew that I was ordering something with them in it. The sandwiches looked good, but I've always been a sucker for biscuits, and gravy.
“Do not order the biscuits, and gravy.” Morgan said, as if she could read my mind. “We're road tripping! Be a little unpredictable for once.”
Tanya returned then, and poured us each a cup of coffee before placing a bowl of cream, and sugar packets in the center of the table.
“Do you need more time?” She asked.
“I'll have the grilled chicken, egg, and cheese English muffin. Lightly toasted, and could you please make sure that the cheese is melted. Oh, and the English muffin should be soft, not hard.” Morgan said.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched Tanya scribble down the instructions. I'm sure she was used to this sort of thing, but I was still a bit annoyed by Morgan's behavior. Annoyed, but not surprised. She liked things very particular, it just so happened that when she asked for those particulars she didn't think about how she sounded.
“And for you?” Tanya asked.
“I'd like the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with a hash brown on the side.”
“Will that be all?”
Morgan nodded, and then handed Tanya our menus. I took the time to look around then, noting the decor on the walls. Even though this was considered a chain restaurant, it still had a very mom and pop kind of vibe. It wasn't long before Tanya returned with our food, and Morgan and I dug in. The biscuits were melt in your mouth good, and I nearly moaned on the first bite.
After leaving Tanya a thirty dollar tip, we decided to head over to Gladiola Girls. I was itching to check out the record store, but I knew that Morgan was dying to get some retail therapy in even more. So when we were back in the truck, I asked her to look up the address.
Fifteen minutes later we found ourselves in the Boonsboro shopping center. It reminded me of downtown Raleigh in a way with it's small shops, and paved sidewalks. There were food vendors on a few of the corners, and parallel parking directly on the streets. It was a quaint little square, and I was excited to explore it a bit more.
We parked directly in front of the store, and when we stepped inside it was like walking into a fairy garden. Twinkling lights were strung up strategically throughout the store, and there were mannequins in brightly colored clothes. Jewelry was hanging on multiple surfaces, and not only were there antique pieces, but hand made pieces as well. It was a wonderful hodgepodge of old, and new, and I found myself immediately drawn to the scented candles.
Morgan of course had already gotten lost in the racks of clothing that lined the walls. I smiled to myself, as I watched her in her element. I smelled candles, and tried on necklaces and scarves, all while she was loading her arms with treasures.
“I'm off to the fitting rooms.” She said, from across the room.
I waved her off, before putting a pair of vintage sunglasses on, and checking my reflection in the mirror.
“They look great on you.” A male voice said, from somewhere behind me.
I caught a brief glimpse of him, before turning around to face him. He was tall, at least six foot with dusty
