We are finally pulling into his driveway minutes later. I have to admit, I'm a bit blown away. It's beautiful here. He lives on the edge of a lake. My eyes slowly scan the surrounding area, and for a moment, I'm stunned. I'm just enjoying looking into the water. Birds flying around his square shaped dock.
“This is it.” He says as he turns his truck off. “We can go fishing anytime you want. I have extra poles in the shed.” He added with a shrug.
“I don't know how” I whispered, a little embarrassed to admit that. My father wasn't really an outdoors man. Instead, we would play board games and work on puzzles together.
“Never?” He asked, shock clear in his tone.
I didn't need to look over towards him to know whether he was looking at me or not. I could feel him. His eyes digging into me.
