Page 65 of Timber's Line
I point at the camera crew.
“You’re my date today?”
“Before they turn them on, I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“It’s okay.”
“Shall we?” With that, the camera starts recording.
We walk through the building, and she tells me different things about sea life. I could listen to her all day. She has the prettiest smile and lights up when she talks about her interests.
“You’re so pretty.” I stop her near the octopus tank. The light makes her look radiant.
“What?”
“I said you’re so pretty.” She blushes.
“Are you hungry?” She nods. I don’t want to push her.
We make our way to where they set the picnic up and she gasps.
“Dayton?”
“Trying to win your heart,” I tell her.
“Sushi?”
“It’s your favorite. I know, it’s kind of ironic.”
She laughs, and it’s melodic and soft.
“It’s okay.”
“How are you doing with all of this?” I ask.
“Good. It’s weird. I thought this would be easy, but it’s not.”
“Nothing ever is.” I shake my head.
“That’s the truth.”
“How are your classes?” I remember her having to take a test the night we watched a movie.
She looks surprised that I even asked. “Challenging, especially since I’m not in class. But I’m getting through.”
“I’m thinking about going back to school,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, when my fighting life is over, I’ll need something to fall back on.”
“What are you thinking of majoring in?”
“Business maybe? Something that I can help keep kids off the street or give them a safe place, even if it’s for a little bit.”
“That’s admirable and sweet.” She touches my arm and I feel sparks all the way to my head.
We finish eating in silence as Sal yells ‘cut’.
