"I’m good with whatever. Dinner." The one and only bar in this town. Unless you count the small ones inside restaurants or a couple of the B&Bs.
"You okay?" Katherine asks.
"I don't know." I have felt off since I got back home. Everything is the same but also not. I can't explain it. "We should move in together." Katherine's mozzarella stick pauses before it meets her mouth. A drop of marinara sauce hits the table.
"You know I'm jobless, right?"
"You're not jobless." Katherine is a ghostwriter, which isn't solid work all the time. I keep pushing her to write under her own name. She has a talent for it, but she's shy about it.
"If I didn't love it here so much, I'd be a meteorologist." She bites into the cheese stick.
"Where did that come from?" Never has she shown interest in the weather.
"I don't know." She shrugs. "They're always wearing cute outfits." I snort a laugh. Katherine does have style, I'll give her that. It’s of her own making, and different.
"This isn't that bad of an idea." I play into it. Pretty sure you have to go to college for it, but let's not kill this dream. "Theyalso seem like they do the least amount of work but are the most important." Katherine nods in agreement.
"And they're on for like four minutes. Everyone is always waiting for the weather report. It's the whole reason people watch the news to begin with."
"They really are the star of the show." I laugh. "And when you're wrong, no one really cares. Everyone just says, ‘That's the weather; you never know.’"
"And I'd come back the next day all—'oops, my bad.’"
"I think you should do it."
Katherine's shoulder drops. "Butallthat science. Not sure it's really for me."
"That's all right, we'll come up with something else, but that doesn't mean we can't live together."
"I mean, I suppose."
"You don't want to live with me," I scoff.
"I didn't say that! You know my grandparents. They'd be heartbroken if I moved out." She's full of shit, but her grandparents are the best. They treat her like a princess, and I don't blame them. Katherine’s mom dropped her right on their doorstep when she was little. “Why do you even want to move out?”
“I heard my parents having shower sex.” I fake a gag. I love how in love they are and reverting back to teenagers, but while gross, it’s also annoying because I don’t have that. I had convinced myself that I would find love while I was staying in the city.
“Two weeks ago they were sitting at that booth.” Katherine points her thumb over her shoulder to the one booth behind her.
“Don’t say on the same side.” Katherine nods, fighting a laugh.
“He was feeding her fries.”
“Bet he even dipped them in ranch for her.”
“Yep.” It isn’t only Kindred and Hudson's relationship that sets a high bar. It’s this whole freaking town.
Kylie drops off our cheeseburgers as my phone goes off on the table. Katherine’s nosy ass peeks at the screen, not that I wouldn't show her.
“I could take over your job.” She grabs her boobs through her sweater. “I don’t even need a push-up bra.”
“Stop bragging.” I grab my phone and see a message from Betty telling me she has a new occupant. That’s not newsworthy, so there has to be something about him in particular that has piqued her curiosity.
“Sup?” Katherine nods to my phone.
“Betty says she’s got a new guest, and he’s tickling her spidey senses.”
“Jimbob better not find out anyone is tickling anything on Betty.” Katherine takes a giant-ass bite of her burger; ketchup drips out, hitting her shirt. “Ah, man.”
