As lunchtime approaches, I’m already feeling run down, and it’s only the first half of the first day. The two days of driving, then unloading and setup, really took it out of me, I guess.
I take a walk to stretch my legs and get something to eat,checking out everyone else’s displays on my way. There are a lot of attractive men here too. Obviously, I’m not trying to look—Wesley doesn’t deserve that—but it’s hard, I’ll admit. Not to mention, there are a lot of wandering eyes on me as well. There ain’t many women here, I’ll tell you that much.
When I get back to the table, there’s one guy talking to Dad. Jesse and Cody are just yapping on the other side of the booth. I don’t see Mom.
I set my food down at Jesse’s table and start eating. I got a hot dog, fries, and some pastry thing that looked good.
“Where’d you get that?” Cody asks.
“The white food stand next to the seafood one,” I tell him through a mouthful of fries.
Without another word, he’s off and headed that way.
“You talk to Ella?” I ask Jesse.
“Little bit. I can’t tell if she’s struggling or not.”
“Well, I’m sure it’s hard if you’re not there.”
“I know, I just wish someone could help in place of me.”
“Mason’s there,” I joke.
“Yeah, right. Although, she did say he stopped in yesterday before he went into work. Gave her a chance to shower and stuff, if she wanted to.”
“Aw, good! Maybe they’re bonding.”
“She said she asked him about his dating life.” He runs a hand down his face.
“So…short visit,” I joke.
Jesse laughs. “That was slick.” He holds out his fist for me to fist-bump.
“We should keep our eye out for him. I saw some blondes already,” I suggest.
“Not ones for Mason.”
“What’s that mean?”
“He doesn’t want a model.”
“They’re not models, Jesse. They were normal looking.”
“Well, not the ones who passed by here a few minutes ago.”
“You’re judgmental,” I mutter
“What? I am not.”
“You are.”
“I just don’t understand why women feel the need to be fake. The hair, the lashes, the boobs…just be who God made you.”
“Well…I don’t know. I’m not disagreeing, but you shouldn’t judge them for it.”
“I’m not judging, I just…don’t they have someone in their lives who could tell them they don’t need that crap. It’s sad really, when you think about it.”
“Yeah, I mean, it’s hard to compete with fake sometimes.”
