“Okay, delivery is set up for tomorrow at nine in the morning.”
Evan puts the card back in his wallet and looks over the paperwork, then points at the yoga statues. “Can I just take those now?”
I close my eyes, willing myself not to laugh out loud. I mean, they are really cool statues and definitely something I’d put in my house, but now they hold so much more meaning than the simple poses they are standing in.
“You sure can,” Jessica says.
He grabs them and smiles at me. “Got my yoga statues. Now I’m good to go.”
I can’t hold back anymore, and I laugh out loud as we say our goodbyes to Jessica, thanking her for all her help.
We walk to the truck, and he unlocks it and puts the statues in the back seat before climbing in and looking at me. “Lunch, then more shopping? Target maybe?”
“Lunch, then Target,” I repeat, nodding my head and reaching for my seat belt, loving how natural and easy this day has been already.
CHAPTER SIX
Christy
Before he puts the truck in drive, he stops and turns to me. “I have no idea where to go for lunch.”
A small giggle escapes my lips at his honesty. “How long have you been here?”
“I got here on Sunday night.”
I raise my eyebrows a little. “It’s Tuesday.”
“Exactly. That’s why I don’t know where to go.” The playful shrug he gives me is absolutely adorable. “What’s your favorite place?”
I point to the right. “There’s a café up the street. We can go there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He puts the truck in drive and heads out of the parking lot toward a diner that I’ve always enjoyed on days when I’m not in a rush and just stuffing food in my face before getting back to reality.
I give him directions to the place, and within a few minutes, we are pulling behind their building, where there is moreparking. Thankfully, we’ve missed the lunch crowd, but there’s still a decent amount of people here.
“Just the two of you?” a woman asks as we enter the building, a bell ringing above us.
“Yes, please,” Evan responds.
She guides us to an empty table. “I’ll get you some waters, and your waitress will be right over.”
We both thank her and pick up our menus to see what sounds good.
“So …” he starts while looking over the menu. “Are you a soup-and-salad kind of girl, or do you go all in with the tuna melt?”
I search for the item I want. “I’m a,” I respond slowly, “Joe’s Special girl with sourdough toast.”
“And that is?” he continues, looking for the item on the menu.
“Sausage, eggs, spinach, and mushrooms as a scramble.”
“Breakfast for lunch? I can dig that.”
“I can do breakfast for lunch or dinner. I don’t think it needs to be a solely morning thing.”
He nods as he searches the menu some more, then puts it down. “I’ll do the burger. Can’t go wrong with that.”
