Chapter 13Just as I took a bite, Gayle dabbed a napkin at the corners of her mouth, saying, “You look really pretty today.”
I stopped chewing for a second and swallowed.
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
Then I slowly reached for my soda and cleared my throat, stuttering, “You, too.”
Gayle grinned, as she chewed, holding her sandwich between her hands.
After that minor moment of strangeness, the conversation picked up where it left off.
We were sitting there talking, having cleared away the remnants of our lunch, with nothing between us save for the half-empty cups of sodas we held, when from inside the building a bell ring. Gayle sat up and looked over my shoulder, and then gave me a dejected smile.
“Guess lunch is over,” she sighed.
“Yeah,” I replied, fidgeting with my cup. “I better get goin
