AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Lorenzo woke with astart, startling Katrina as well. One glance to his right, seeing her, and he seemed to calm. “You’re still here.”
“I told you that I would stay.”
“I do appreciate it. I wish Martin would get here.”
“Ouch, thanks, Ren.”
“No, no, it’s not like that.” He shifted a little and winced. “He has access to my accounts and can get me a new phone. He already brought me my laptop.”
“Which was how you sent the friend requests.” She worded it more like a statement and wasn’t surprised when he nodded. “What made you decide to do that now?”
He was silent, his eyes fixated on the still-droning television that had failed to keep Katrina’s attention. “I wanted to,” he finally said.
She swallowed over the lump forming in her throat, the one that made her want to weep for a love lost. Instead, she forced a smile. “Good.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah. Good.”
***
“Ireally don’t do fancy,” Lorenzo was saying as they walked hand-in-hand from the parking garage toward the theatre. Their seats were in the loge, nearly in the center, as Mr. Torrence had given their night’s tickets to him. “I’m more of a jeans and an old pickup truck kind of guy.”
“And country music?” she teased.
“No, I’ll stick to 90’s grunge.”
“A man after my own heart.”
“Thank you; I try.”
“Everyone is so fixated on futures,” she commented. “What about you? Aside from the jeans and old pickup truck.”
“I’m going to own a dive bar. Just a place where everyone can get away from their troubles. Maybe have a band or two in there sometimes, but mostly just a jukebox and whiskey.”
“With 90’s grunge music?”
“And some classic rock. Got to throw that in there.”
“Oh, of course. Thank you,” she added as he held open the door for her. “And what will you call this dive bar of yours?”
“Cade’s.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep; that’s it.”
“No ‘Bar and Grill’ after?”
He paused for a moment and looked down at her. “Maybe,” he replied.
“What, you don’t like my idea?”
“I do. I just like to do things my way.”
She smiled up at him. “So I see.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“I like your way.” They stood in line where one of the theatre helpers was telling people which door to enter. Lorenzo took out the tickets and looked down at them.
