FADING (A novel)(46)

Laughing at me, he says, “That’s pathetic.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I say grinning.

“I ordered you a hot tea.”

Surprised that he remembered that I like hot tea, I say, “Oh, thanks.”

I pick up the menu and quickly decide on the blueberry pancakes. When I set my menu down and look up, Ryan is staring at me. I know the obvious question that must be lingering in his head is what happened yesterday that made me come home early. Before giving him an opportunity to speak, I quickly turn the focus on him and ask, “So, how was your Thanksgiving?”

“It was good. We did the typical family thing like we do every year. Mom and her sisters being loud and gossipy, cooking all day. I hung out with the guys and watched football while the kids ran around screaming and playing. My head was pounding by the end of the night.”

“That actually sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s not too often that everyone can get together, so when it does happen, it’s fun. Crazy, but fun,” he says then picks up his cup of coffee to take a sip.

When the waiter stops at our table, I tell him I want the blueberry pancakes, and Ryan orders the heuvos verdes.

“So how many nieces and nephews do you have?” I ask as I sip my tea.

“Three nieces and four nephews all under the age of five. I’m not lying when I say it’s loud and crazy!” I can see by the smile on his face that he loves the kids regardless of his comments.

“So, you’re an only child?” Ryan asks.

“Yeah. I have a pretty small family. My grandparents on my father’s side died when I was in high school, and I have never met my mother’s parents or her sister. My father is an only child as well, so it’s just the three of us.”

“Quiet.”

“Hmmm . . .” I don’t even want to begin to explain my family’s dysfunction, so I ask, “Is your mother out with the crazy Black Friday crowd today?”

“God, you have no idea. She and my aunts go bat-shit over the sales.”

The waiter comes and drops off our food. I let out a pleased sigh when he sets down my pancakes that are bigger than the plate they are served on. I pick up my fork and knife and look up at Ryan as he says, “That’s a shitload of food. You gonna be able to eat all that?”

Putting all manners aside, I cut a chunk of pancake that is obscenely large, shove it into my mouth, and chew while nodding my head at him in response. His smile broadens and he laughs out loud at my gesture.

We continue to chat as we indulge in our food. Ryan is a really easy person to talk to, even without the company of either Jase or Mark. We talk mostly about his family, and I do pretty well with keeping the focus off of myself. When I can’t eat another bite, I lean back in my seat and groan with the discomfort of being entirely too full. I close my eyes when I hear Ryan laughing at me and saying, “I can’t believe you ate all that. You sound like you’re about to die.”

“You have no idea.”

“You gonna be able to walk, or will I have to carry you?”

I open my eyes to look at him, when I say, “Honestly, I really need to walk this off.”

“Come on, let’s get outta here.” Ryan stands up, throws some cash on the table, and reaches his hand out to me. We walk out into the rain, and he nods his head towards a four-door black Rubicon.

“What?” I ask as I wonder what he’s thinking.

“I know you don’t have shit to do today, so come on.” He walks over to the large jeep that sits high on its wheels and opens the passenger door. “Come on.”

I stand where I am and ask, “Where are we going?”

“I’ll figure that shit out when you get in.”

I can’t help but laugh at his apparent love for the word ‘shit.’ Walking over to him, he takes my hand again to help me into the seat and closes the door behind me. When he gets in, I shake my head at him as he begins to pull out of the parking lot. He turns onto the main road and asks, “You like Thirty Seconds to Mars?”

“Love them.”

He smirks at me and questions, “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You just don’t strike me as the type of girl who would like that kind of music.”

He turns on the stereo and ‘Northern Lights’ begins to play when I ask, “And what type of girl is that?”

“First impression I got was that you’re really quiet. I thought you were just shy, but the more we hang out, it seems like not much embarrasses you. When I look at you, I see this tiny little ballerina, so I figure you sit around and listen to Mozart and shit.”

We both start laughing and I say, “Mozart and shit? I’m not that refined, so you can relax. But I’ve never been loud and obnoxious, so yeah, I’m quiet.”

He quickly glances my way and grins at me before returning his focus to the road.

“So, where are we going?”

“Someplace I haven’t been to in a long time,” he says then reaches over and turns up the music. I lean back in my seat, and we don’t say anything else. We just sit and listen to music. After a few minutes, he turns into a waterfront parking lot, and I am surprised at where we have wound up.

“The aquarium? I haven’t been here since I was a little girl.”