“How about you? What do you like?”
“Other than flowery tea? Coffee. Juice. Mmm, I love fresh-squeezed or fresh-pressed anything. Fresh apple cider in the fall is the most amazing taste. Maybe it’s an east coast thing.”
“Cider’s good, yep.”
The conversation faded there. Small talk. Empty, simple words. Meaningless. But they also weren’t loaded with angst, which was nice.
After a bit, when her cup was nearly empty, she picked up the book. “Thanks for the recommendation on this author. I’m looking forward to reading it even more now.”
He nodded. She stood up. She was almost to her door when he asked an unexpected question. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
She paused. “Not sure yet.”
“Maybe we could try the kayaks again?”
Another beat. What harm was there in that? “Sure. Sounds good.”
