up as he hummed in approval.
Rowan couldn’t help but to chuckle from that
reaction. It was like watching a child discovering ice cream for the first
time.
“How old are you?” Rowan finally asked.
Kasen seemed to be caught off guard with the
question, but he swallowed quickly, licking at his lips before answering, “I’m
nineteen,” He replied.
Whoa. Rowan really needed to get better
at guessing ages. He had guessed twenty one initially. But it was easy to
tell that Kasen was quite young. At least he’s not under eighteen…
“How about you?” Kasen asked, taking another
bite of food.
Rowan couldn’t help but to chuckle as he shook
his head. “I’m twenty six,” He admitted.
Kasen just nodded, going back to eating his
waffle.
Well, he could have reacted to that a lot worse
than he had, right? Rowan took that as a good sign as he continued eating his
meal. Waffle House food always made him happy. It was no Denny’s, but it was
the second best thing he could get in this part of Alabama. That’s what he got
for trading in his old life.
Chapter
Eight
Kasen wasn’t even sure how this had all
happened. How had he ended up in a Waffle House with Rowan at three in the
morning? Though he wasn’t going to question it; Rowan seemed to enjoy his
company just as much as he enjoyed Rowan’s.
He reckoned that’s what mattered most. Not to
mention the fact he was out of Chartreuse for the first time in his life. That
was a pretty big feat in itself. He could’ve gone to France with his senior
class had his mother given him the money to do so.
“That’s a waste of money.” She’d said. “I
work too hard for my money for you to go blowing it on bullshit, Kasen.”
He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he
shook his head, taking the last bite of his waffle before pushing the plate
aside. He was more full than he had been an hour ago, and the last bit of milk
was going into his stomach right at that second as he sighed. He smiled at
Rowan, who smiled back and Kasen could feel his stomach going into a fit of flutters.
He was pretty sure he couldn’t blame that on the food.
He tapped his fingers against the table top
nervously as he chewed at his lip, blue eyes moving to focus on the napkin
dispenser as he listened to the tunes currently playing. Dear lord, why on
earth were they playing the Backstreet Boys? Not that Kasen had anything
against them, because he didn’t, he just preferred something a little more
mellow at the moment. It was weird how music could affect his mood. He licked
his lips, glancing up to find that Rowan was staring at him.
He felt his cheeks heating up as he lowered his
gaze again, chewing hard at his bottom lip. The flesh was helpless against the
pressure his front teeth were providing. He finally cleared his throat and
smiled, looking up again to see that Rowan was taking a drink of his coke.
“So I hope Chartreuse is being good to you so
far,” He said, his voice cracking a bit. What the hell was that?
Rowan nodded, putting his glass back down, “Oh
yeah, the people are great here. It’s not something you find in Boston,
really. There are the nice people, but they’re not nearly as hospitable as the
folks I’ve found here,” Rowan’s smile returned, just as warm and friendly as
before, and Kasen swore his heart dropped into his stomach, drifting on top of
undigested waffle and pecans.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Kasen nodded. He dug
his nails into his palms as he let his hands rest against his lap. He’d talked
to people before, why was he finding right now to be so difficult? He let his
tongue dart out over his lips again as he watched Nikki return once again.
“Can I get you boys anything else?”
Rowan couldn’t help but to chuckle from that
reaction. It was like watching a child discovering ice cream for the first
time.
“How old are you?” Rowan finally asked.
Kasen seemed to be caught off guard with the
question, but he swallowed quickly, licking at his lips before answering, “I’m
nineteen,” He replied.
Whoa. Rowan really needed to get better
at guessing ages. He had guessed twenty one initially. But it was easy to
tell that Kasen was quite young. At least he’s not under eighteen…
“How about you?” Kasen asked, taking another
bite of food.
Rowan couldn’t help but to chuckle as he shook
his head. “I’m twenty six,” He admitted.
Kasen just nodded, going back to eating his
waffle.
Well, he could have reacted to that a lot worse
than he had, right? Rowan took that as a good sign as he continued eating his
meal. Waffle House food always made him happy. It was no Denny’s, but it was
the second best thing he could get in this part of Alabama. That’s what he got
for trading in his old life.
Chapter
Eight
Kasen wasn’t even sure how this had all
happened. How had he ended up in a Waffle House with Rowan at three in the
morning? Though he wasn’t going to question it; Rowan seemed to enjoy his
company just as much as he enjoyed Rowan’s.
He reckoned that’s what mattered most. Not to
mention the fact he was out of Chartreuse for the first time in his life. That
was a pretty big feat in itself. He could’ve gone to France with his senior
class had his mother given him the money to do so.
“That’s a waste of money.” She’d said. “I
work too hard for my money for you to go blowing it on bullshit, Kasen.”
He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he
shook his head, taking the last bite of his waffle before pushing the plate
aside. He was more full than he had been an hour ago, and the last bit of milk
was going into his stomach right at that second as he sighed. He smiled at
Rowan, who smiled back and Kasen could feel his stomach going into a fit of flutters.
He was pretty sure he couldn’t blame that on the food.
He tapped his fingers against the table top
nervously as he chewed at his lip, blue eyes moving to focus on the napkin
dispenser as he listened to the tunes currently playing. Dear lord, why on
earth were they playing the Backstreet Boys? Not that Kasen had anything
against them, because he didn’t, he just preferred something a little more
mellow at the moment. It was weird how music could affect his mood. He licked
his lips, glancing up to find that Rowan was staring at him.
He felt his cheeks heating up as he lowered his
gaze again, chewing hard at his bottom lip. The flesh was helpless against the
pressure his front teeth were providing. He finally cleared his throat and
smiled, looking up again to see that Rowan was taking a drink of his coke.
“So I hope Chartreuse is being good to you so
far,” He said, his voice cracking a bit. What the hell was that?
Rowan nodded, putting his glass back down, “Oh
yeah, the people are great here. It’s not something you find in Boston,
really. There are the nice people, but they’re not nearly as hospitable as the
folks I’ve found here,” Rowan’s smile returned, just as warm and friendly as
before, and Kasen swore his heart dropped into his stomach, drifting on top of
undigested waffle and pecans.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Kasen nodded. He dug
his nails into his palms as he let his hands rest against his lap. He’d talked
to people before, why was he finding right now to be so difficult? He let his
tongue dart out over his lips again as he watched Nikki return once again.
“Can I get you boys anything else?”
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