I'm home from my travels! Well, for the time being at least :) I had a blast at the conference in San Francisco, and loved getting to see my family (even if it was way too short). Anyhow, it was great being home, getting to explore, listen to some awesome conference talks (holy hannah were there a lot of people at the Society for American Archaeology meetings--5k+ archaeologists! That's a lot of flannel. And too few whips--sorry Indiana Jones ;). But because it's Tuesday and my house is a maelstrom of laundry and unpacking and student papers, I'm going to share a short snippet and a couple of pics!
I pulled into a parking spot two minutes late and rushed inside. Three faces turned to greet me and I slumped into the booth next to Luke, flashing him a tight grin. The cracked vinyl seat dug through my leggings and pinched, but I didn’t dare complain.
Luke pushed a mug of coffee to me, along with a slice of pumpkin pie. “Thought you might like that. It was the last one.”
I raised my brows, unable to help the incredulous look. “Thanks. It’s my favorite.”
He shrugged like it was no biggie and turned back to Theo.
Taking a quick bite, my mind couldn’t help going back to Mel’s earlier words. He’d gotten me pie. Somehow he’d know my favorite kind. And my favorite Indian dish. Did that mean something?
For crying out loud, it’s pie, I chastised myself. How many times had Luke made it perfectly clear he didn’t feel a damn thing about me beyond friendship?
When was I going to get that through my thick skull?
“What?” Luke’s voice cut through my thoughts and my fork paused in midair, loaded with another bite.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I replied, taking a bite and keeping my eyes glued to the scarred, beige Formica tabletop.
Note to self: stop broadcasting to Luke at random times. How long had I had that ability under control? Way, way too long to start screwing up now. Especially when I couldn’t stop the niggle of thoughts about what was going on with this job and its impact on ‘us.’
Luke pushed a mug of coffee to me, along with a slice of pumpkin pie. “Thought you might like that. It was the last one.”
I raised my brows, unable to help the incredulous look. “Thanks. It’s my favorite.”
He shrugged like it was no biggie and turned back to Theo.
Taking a quick bite, my mind couldn’t help going back to Mel’s earlier words. He’d gotten me pie. Somehow he’d know my favorite kind. And my favorite Indian dish. Did that mean something?
For crying out loud, it’s pie, I chastised myself. How many times had Luke made it perfectly clear he didn’t feel a damn thing about me beyond friendship?
When was I going to get that through my thick skull?
“What?” Luke’s voice cut through my thoughts and my fork paused in midair, loaded with another bite.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I replied, taking a bite and keeping my eyes glued to the scarred, beige Formica tabletop.
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| I've shared this before but I still love it, so it's going here again :) |
Note to self: stop broadcasting to Luke at random times. How long had I had that ability under control? Way, way too long to start screwing up now. Especially when I couldn’t stop the niggle of thoughts about what was going on with this job and its impact on ‘us.’
I like that snippet- and lovely photography!
ReplyDeleteGreat pics! That bridge and fog is awesome. And tulips, some of my fav flowers! And high-five on the excerpt- a guy that knows my fav foods sort of a dream man, lol! (like my hubby, who brought home a diet vanilla pop for me the other night, mmm)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos! So glad your trip was fun and that you got to see your family. The conference sounds like it was great.
ReplyDeleteLoved the excerpt and I am definitely curious to know more! Thanks for sharing. :)