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“So, why are you here?”
“Your uncle told me to scram until seven.”
He slowly raised his brows and smirked. “Uncle Kase used the word scram?”
She snorted. No, he hadn’t. His abrupt and demanding “find somewhere else to be” was heard loud and clear. Trevor pulled out his phone, glancing down quickly.
“You want to go get something to eat? I’ve usually eaten a whole pizza by now.”
“Why didn’t you go with your friends then?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw you here, you kinda looked out of place.” He turned his head, and his hair brushed past his forehead, making him appear older than sixteen. “You looked sad, so I figured I’d hang out with ya.”
This. The softer side.
Marissa gave one last look to the playground and unfolded her legs from being crossed, feeling the pins and needles. She gripped the edge of the bench and stared down at her feet. She was sad. She drew in a breath and craned her neck, staring up at the sky. It must have been past five at this point. Two more hours and she could head back, pack up, and be on her way.
Back to her old self of two years. She glanced over at Trevor. “My treat. Where are we going?”
“Riss, I got money.” He laughed as if her paying was ridiculous.
She smiled, shaking her head. “When was the last time a girl offered to pay for your meal?”
He snorted. “Never. You see what I eat. Don’t know many girls who can afford the bill.”
Marissa stood. “Well, I can, so come on.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he teased.
She let Trevor pick the restaurant, and she was surprised by his choice. Of all the places most teenagers would choose, they went to the only family restaurant in town. It was small and dated but filled with a mix of people, half of them knowing Trevor. Most just said hi, others asked how Caden was. The daring few asked who Marissa was.
They took the back booth, and when Trevor ordered, she couldn’t hide her shock. How Caden could afford the grocery bill was beyond her. He ordered two cheeseburgers, double fries, mozzarella sticks, and a salad. The last item wasn’t his choice.
The waitress was turning away when Marissa called out. “Can he get a green salad too?”
The waitress didn’t hide her amusement, snickering. “Yes, he can.”
She turned back to find Trevor grinning. “A salad?”
“You have to balance out the grease. You’ll have clogged arteries by the time you graduate.”
She didn’t find the humor in what she said, but Trevor did. He howled in laughter.
They spent the next forty-five minutes talking. Trevor did most of the talking. From everything from sports to girls, the kid was an open book. He took the last forkful of his salad and chewed, giving her a wink. Even at sixteen, he was charming. Where he got that trait, she was clueless. Certainly not from his dad or uncle. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table just watching him. Maybe Jack in his younger years was charming.
Trevor wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin in the empty bowl. “So, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“You know all about me, tell me something about you?”
“What do you wanna know?”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.”
“Ever been married?”
