Where are you?
The text comes from Bryson’s phone. I text him back that I’m still in line for one of the rollercoasters.
I know I’ll be late for lunch. I’m sorta hoping that I miss it completely. I’d rather just get one of those huge turkey legs and a churro. Not exactly healthy, but it’s a vacation.
As I zigzag through the line alone, I get another text from Bryson.
Landmark?
I tell him where to find me and keep an eye out. When I see him walking up beside the line of people behind me, I’m surprised he’s alone.
I smile and wave when he gets close. He looks relieved when he spots me.
“Do you need your shirt?” I ask.
“Unfortunately.”
“You could just tell her you couldn’t find me.”
“I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind. I was planning on skipping most
