Lucy was back. They were trying again. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
At practice, the team immediately noticed the change.
"Coach is smiling," Owen whispered loudly. "That's weird."
"I smile," Jake protested.
"Not like that. That's a different kind of smile."
Marcus skated over after practice. "You talked to Lucy."
"Yeah."
"And?"
"And we're trying again. Taking it slow, but trying."
Marcus pulled Jake into a hug. "I'm happy for you, man. You both deserve this."
"I hope so. Marcus, I'm terrified. What if I'm making a mistake? What if she leaves again?"
"Then you'll survive. But Jake—you can't let fear of what might happen keep you from what's happening now. Lucy's here. She's trying. That's all you can ask for."
That afternoon, Jake did something he'd been putting off. He went to The Bread Basket.
Sarah was behind the counter, and she smiled when Jake walked in.
"Jake! Long time no see. The usual?"
"Actually, I need to ask you something. Wednesday mornings at 8:17—can you make sure you have fresh pork buns? It's—it's a tradition. With Lucy."
Sarah's expression softened. "Of course. I'll make sure they're ready. Jake—I'm glad you two are working things out. Lucy's been lost without you."
"She told you that?"
"She didn't have to. I could see it. She came back for a reason."
Jake paid for six pork buns and left. On his way out, he ran into Mrs. Henderson.
"Jake Morrison! Is it true? Are you and Lucy trying again?"
"We're taking things slow—"
"Nonsense! You're perfect for each other! When's the wedding?"
"Mrs. Henderson, we literally just decided to try dating again yesterday—"
"Details! Young love is so beautiful. Your father would be so happy. He always said you needed someone to keep you grounded."
"My dad never met Lucy."
"He would have loved her. Everyone does. Except that brief period where everyone was disappointed in her for selling the bakery and choosing Paris, but we're over that now."
Jake couldn't help but smile. "That's very gracious of you."
"I'm a very gracious person. Now, about the wedding—"
"Goodbye, Mrs. Henderson."
