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Troy let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s been rough. Sorry about that. I tried to look presentable.”
Tried to look presentable? Troy looked down and smoothed out his soft blue sweater that folded perfectly over dark jeans. He had on polished brown shoes and had covered it all with a leather jacket that, of course, smelled like him. Maybe it was bad, but she could see herself wearing that jacket in the future.
Megan smiled. “That’s not what I meant. You look great.”
“Thanks. You set the bar high.”
She had tried pairing jeans with a stretchy blouse that she had always loved and thought looked nice. It was a soft blue color, which she had been told went with her eyes. Of course, he couldn’t see it under her coat, but would later.
Troy leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on her lips, which was long enough to send her heart all aflutter, but not nearly long enough for her.
“Ready to go?”
She nodded, followed him to his truck, and felt her cheeks warm as he opened the door like a perfect gentleman. As much as she had wanted to hate his truck when they first met, the inside was comfortable and clean. The cabin was spacious enough for other activities like getting tangled up with more kisses that she probably shouldn’t even be thinking about now.
He sat beside her in the warm glow from the cabin light and took a sip from an already opened Coke can in the cupholder before seamlessly pulling out into the light evening traffic.
“Thanks again for agreeing to come with me. I know this isn’t the most exciting date, but I never trust myself with paint colors.”
“How come?”
“Colorblind.”
“Oh! I had no idea.”
“It’s not too bad. Just green hues all look the same to me. Never could be an electrician, which is why Dad is doing most of the wiring.”
“I think it’s great you’re rebuilding.”
“It’s the country way. When Mom died, my dad got up the next day and started cleaning around the family plot at the local cemetery. Adam went out and bought a bunch of new plants to add. He knew the director really well, so he said it was okay.”
Megan smiled and relaxed into the seat. “I think that’s very sweet.”
Troy shrugged. “I guess that’s how we grieve. I planted a tree.”
“Awww. What kind?”
“Red maple. Mom’s favorite season was fall. She loved Thanksgiving, so it made sense.”
Megan’s eyes watered, and she swiped at them really quick in the dark while he continued.
“I didn’t know what to do, so I just went and did that.”
“That’s your love language.”
“Love language?”
“You know, there are five ways to show love. Yours is acts of service, like how you cooked for your dad.”
“I guess that makes sense. What’s yours?”
Megan sat back and watched the road. “I’m not sure. I never really thought about it.”
“Acts of service makes sense with what you do for a living, but what about with, you know, others?”
“W-what do you mean others?” Ugh, stutter. Smooth.
“Boyfriends?”
