“You did get something to eat, right?” Patty was upset.
She, Charlie, and I were in my kitchen. Even though it was a Saturday and usually one of my busiest days, I’d decided not to open. For one thing, I couldn’t face Rick’s bakery all day after the night before. I know, I know, it wasn’t his fault the date had turned Key and Peele, all uncomfortable and darkly humorous.
“Yeah, we drove through one of the fast food places and got burgers and fries and ate them in the truck.”
The truck that smelled delicious because of the gazpacho and paella, I didn’t add.
“Then we came back. Here.”
Where we didn’t even kiss. Or hug. Or do much other than nod and go our separate ways.
“I have the food from Andy’s if you’d like to take it back with you.”
Patty’s and Charlie’s sad eyes followed me as
