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“Really? Your family didn’t go on vacations when you were younger?”
“No.”
Her smile falls and her voice turns sharper. I’m guessing that her family or her childhood are sore subjects for her. Looks like we have that in common.
“Yeah, me either,” I tell her.
“Really?” She asks, seeming surprised.
“Really. My family… we’re not close. I haven’t talked to them since I joined the military.”
“I’m not close to mine either. It was just my mom and me growing up. I haven’t talked to her since I moved out.”
“Hi there, and welcome to Pasha,” our waiter says as he stops next to our table.
I hurry to open my menu and scan the list of drinks.
“Can I get you two something to drink and maybe an appetizer?” He asks us.
“I’ll just have water,” I order.
“Me too,” Mira orders.
“Would you like any appetizers?” He asks.
I look at Mira, and she scans the menu.
“What looks good to you?” She asks me, and I shrug.
“Get whatever you want. What do you recommend?” I ask the waiter.
“I love the hummus and pita and the Spanakopita,” he tells us.
“That sounds good. Let’s try that,” Mira says.
“Sounds good.”
The waiter nods, writing down our order as he turns to head back to the kitchen. We both glance at our menus, and I decide on the chicken gyro. Mira takes longer to study the menu, biting her lip as she tries to decide what to order.
“What brought you to Wolf Valley?” I ask her when she closes the menu.
“It was cheap,” she says with a self-conscious laugh. “I was living in California before, and it was just getting to be too expensive. When I was laid off from my job there, I knew that I needed to make a change.”
The waiter comes back with our drinks and appetizers. He pulls out his notepad and we both order. As soon as he’s gone, we both dig into the appetizers.
“What about you?” She asks as she takes a bite of Spanakopita.
“Xavier was from here, and I wanted to stay close to him.”
“He’s your best friend.”
“More like a brother at this point,” I admit, and she smiles.
“That’s nice. I was an only child and it could be lonely.”
“Same. I used to wish for a brother or sister. When I got older, I was kind of glad that it was just me. Having a sibling would have tied me to that family more. Unless they were willing to leave too.”
“I know. I was the same way,” she says.
