Bliss
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
“That’s when I came here,” Carter explained, leaning back in his chair.
“I can’t imagine your family was happy to see you leave,” I frowned. “What about your parents?”
Carter grabbed the menu. “How about an appetizer?”
It was clear he was changing the subject.
“Sure, how about mozzarella sticks?” I said, taking a sip of my water while he checked his cell phone.
“Have you always been so good at avoiding?”
Carter took a deep breath pressing his lips together. “Since I can remember.”
The waitress returned with our iced teas. “Can I get you anything else?”
I looked away from Carter’s gaze. “Mozzerella sticks right?”
“Yeah, we’ll take a basket of sticks.” He was less talkative all of a sudden.
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