Cool, cool…
Even though it’s obviously dinner time, I stroll over to the yellow and blue decorated “Breakfast with Brandy” food truck. Why? Because breakfast sounds good. Plus, the prices don’t look too bad either. And I don’t know what’s on a breakfast burger—but I’m okay with finding out.
Ten minutes later, I discover that a breakfast burger consists of a bagel with a grilled turkey burger (shocker, I know), some scrambled eggs, a couple pieces of bacon, and cheddar cheese. Too make it even better, I got hash browns on the side. AND, I didn’t spend over twenty dollars…even when I asked for a water bottle.
Ha.
Being the “just in case” getaway car definitely has its perks.
While I’m breathing in the amazing smell of my food, I spot Lora and Holt walking over to a Thai-themed food truck. I should also mention that they both look TOTALLY happy.
“Crap!” I mutter, quickly turning around. Okay, I need a place to sit down where I can enjoy this incredible food without being seen.
As fate would have it, I find an unoccupied picnic table hidden behind some bushes and a tree. Seriously…what are the odds?
Once I’m sitting at the table, I take a bite out of my burger (the best I can anyway, because this thing is HUGE), and then I can’t help but groan. It tastes even better than it smells! Oh my gosh. Who needs a date when I have phenomenal food?
“Well, now you’ve got me second-guessing my order.”
I freeze before taking another bite, and then look up to see that Liam is now standing next to my picnic table. Okay, so it’s not my picnic table…but I did find it, so the table is kind of mine.
“Liam,” I say, setting my burger down, “hi.”
Hi, as in: What the heck are you doing here? And why are you being judgy about the way I’m eating my food?
“Hey,” he drawls, tossing up his free hand since his other hand is holding a checkered paper tray filled with two hot dogs covered in—I don’t even know what. “I was just walking by, and I thought it was you sitting here, so I figured I’d make a slight detour.”
How random.
“So, are you here by yourself?” he asks with creased eyebrows, glancing around the area.
“Yep,” I reply, picking up my hash brown patty, “it’s just me.”
Third wheeling from afar…
“Ah,” he comments with a nod, “well—do you want some company?”
I don’t know, do I want some company? It’s not a horrible idea, I guess. At least it’ll keep me from talking to myself.
“Sure,” I say, sliding over so he can sit next to me, “company would be nice.”
Company would be nice? Lame, Megan.
I brush it off though and move my food so it’s in front of me.
“So, is that like some of kind breakfast burger?” Liam asks after sitting down.
“Yep, it is.”
Not “like,” it is a breakfast burger.
“Nice, I just got a couple of hotdogs with the works.” He proceeds to laugh. “I’m not even sure what they topped them with though.”
I find myself laughing too. “Yeah, that mixture definitely looks…interesting.”
He makes a face as he studies his hot dogs. “I’m pretty sure it has crushed potato chips in there. And maybe some olives?”
Ew.
“So much for wanting to try something new,” he says, pushing his tray away from him. “I’ll just give them to Lincoln. He eats almost anything.”
I nod. “Sounds like Kyle.”
“Maybe it’s the age,” he muses with a thoughtful look on his face.
“Yeah, maybe.” And then I begin to eat my hash brown patty.
Not to be mean or anything, but I think talking to myself would’ve been more interesting than this conversation. Just saying.
“So, last week at the soccer game…” he trails off as I take a few sips from my bottle of water. “Was I right about that guy being your ex?”
I almost choke on my water, but thankfully manage to swallow like a normal human being. “Um, why do you ask?”
Like, seriously? Why does he care?
I’d rather the boring convo than talking about Brayden.
“Because he’s standing over there by that food truck,” Liam says, barely nodding past me, “and he keeps looking this way.”
Excitement tears through me before I can even stop it.
Brayden is here? What is he doing here? Even though I want to turn my head and see for myself that he’s really here, I force myself not to.
I’m still supposed to be giving him space; and looking in his direction will only make that harder.
“He’s…kind of my ex,” I answer Liam’s original question, screwing the cap back on my water bottle. “It’s a long story.”
He clicks his tongue. “Well, I think he’s coming this way.”
My eyes widen at that. I know I told myself on Wednesday that I’d listen to whatever he needs to say to me…but I don’t know if I’m ready. What if I won’t be able to handle it?
“Megan.”
Chills race down my spine at the sound of his voice, and I realize right then and there that I’ve missed him even more than I thought.
I turn and look up to see him standing next to the table, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he echoes, licking his lips, “is it okay if we talk?”
I can’t stop my leg from bouncing underneath the table. He wants to talk. He’s finally ready to talk.
“I should get going,” Liam says, picking up his tray of disgusting hot dogs as he stands up. “See ya, Megan.”
I offer him a slight smile. “Night, Liam.”
He returns
