“This is Scarlett,” she answered.
I gave a small wave from my spot.
“Welcome, hun,” he said. “And hey, Miles. Don’t worry, I can’t forget about my nephew now, can I?”
“N-n-n-no,” Miles sighed out.
“All right, what can I get you folks today?”
“Miles and I will have our usual,” Sawyer said. She pulled out her phone and glanced at it.
“I’ll have whatever they’re having,” I said, my voice not wanting to work too well either. At the back of the eating area sat a toddler in a highchair, happily eating what her mom put in front of her. I dropped my eyes to the table, trying to keep them out of my mind.
“Coming right up!” He turned and headed behind the counter.
“You don’t know what we order.”
I shrugged.
“You okay?” Sawyer asked, eyeing me.
“Yeah,” I answered, my palms sweating. I would be fine.
“So, what are you doing after this, Miles?”
He typed on his phone again.
Therapy.
“I’m almost done with my sessions. I have like, two more to do. Then I’m not sure what I’ll do. Dr. Mayes still wants to meet again with my brother, but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea the first time they met. I mean, I don’t know what the big deal is.”
“Because she sees more than she lets on,” I hinted.
“Well, yeah, but there’s more to it. It’s like he’s afraid to find something out.”
“She can be a bit intimidating,” I said. “Or he just doesn’t like people who can read him.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that,” Sawyer laughed. “He’s not too forthcoming about much of anything.”
“Are any brothers?” Or family members, for that matter.
“Just wait until she meets your family,” she laughed.
At the perfect time, the man came back with plates of food. “Here ya go, kids.”
“Thanks, Sean.”
“Of course. And it’s all on the house today.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Sawyer said.
“Yeah, I do. Miles is having a bad day; it’s the least I can do.”
“N-n-n-no.”
“Hey,” Sean said, bending down to be at eye-level with Miles. “Your mom called and warned me. It’s not a big deal. Don’t feel bad about it, all right?”
Miles nodded his head.
