“I’ll talk to Carina,” Trevor says as we sat on the bench outside of his Ice Cream Parlour.
“Really? Come on, it’ll be fine.”
Truth is I had already agreed to it, and it just seemed flat out rude and hurtful if Trevor cancelled it. Carina had been trying to talk to me (for whatever reason) for a while now.
“I don’t like that she’s bothering you.” I wave it off, setting aside my rum and raisin.
“It’s okay, we’re both grown here.” I chuckle and he obviously forces a smile.
“Well . . . It was nice finally speaking to you. I should get going.” He stands almost as quickly as I do, and throw my bag over my shoulder.
“I’ll see you?” It was more of a question than a statement, and truthfully I understood his uncertainty, because I too wasn’t sure.
“I’ll call you.” A default phrase that o
