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me. “Yes?”
“Ava, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“ Can I come in?”
She hesitated . “Yes.”
I opened the door to find her bed neatly made . She was sitting on a beige loveseat, a throw pillow in her lap. “Hey,” I said, as I entered the room.
“Hey.”
“Are you sick or something?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay. I just wanted to check.” Her mouth was pulled into a slight frown, and she seemed distracted. Dark circles rimmed her lower lids. Something was definitely wrong. After a brief internal struggle, I decided to ask, “Did I do something to offend you?”
“What?” She looked surprised as she sat up a little straighter and looked at me, her dainty eyebrows knitted with concern . “No, definitely no. It’s me.” She waved her hand in front of her as if she were trying to explain more clearly. “I just…I just have something I’m trying to work through, that’s all.”
“Have you eaten?” I asked, not having seen any sign that she’d been out of her room today.
She shook her head. “I’m not really in the mood.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to work through whatever it is if you had something to eat?”
She laid her hand on her stomach. “I feel a little queasy.”
“Why don’t I make you something simple like some toast and scrambled eggs? That should help settle your stomach and give you more energy to…think.” I left the room, not waiting for her to answer. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she looked so sad, and it tugged at my conscience. Maybe Ava needed someone right now, and seeing as I was the only person around, I would feel guilty if I didn’t intervene.
Finding my way around the kitchen, I whipped us up some breakfast for lunch. When it was ready, I carried it out to the deck, thinking that being outside might help Ava to feel a little less gloomy.
She nibbled on her toast while I quickly downed my meal . “So you wanna talk about it?”
“Don’t worry about me . I’ll be fine.” She pushed her eggs around the plate with her fork.
“I know you will, but you might be fine faster if you talk about it.”
She gave me a small, sad smile. “Do you ever feel down in the dumps?”
“I guess everybody has their moments, but for the most part, I’m pretty upbeat . Does this have to do with the guy that you were dating?”
“It does, but really it’s more about me, about what I know I should be feeling and what I’m actually feeling. I don’t know . Maybe I’m just wallowing in self-pity.”
“We all do from time to time, and that’ s okay. Do you feel like you’re having a serious problem, like with depression or something?”
“No, nothing that serious.”
“Well, you know what they say about laughter,” I said. “Maybe you just need to do something fun. Sometimes when I’m stressed, I take a break and do something enjoyable. Whatever the hell it is that I want to do.”
“And what’s that?” she asked.
“Could be anything. Going out on a date. Watching a movie. Laying around in my boxers eating cereal out of the box while I’m watching reruns.”
She smiled, and it actually made me feel better.
“What do you want to do for fun?” I asked.
Her smile widened . “I don’t know. I want to do something I’ve never done before. We should be spontaneous.”
“We should,” I agreed.
“So you’re agreeing to ignore your plans and your calendar for the rest of the day?” she asked, a sparkle of mischief glowing in her eyes.
“Well, technically, I’ve already completed my training today, which was my main goal.”
“Then you’ll have no problem being spontaneous for the rest of the day. Is that what you’re saying?” she asked.
“Spontaneous is my middle name,” I confirmed.
“What should we do?” She looked at me expectantly.
“What’s something you’ve never done that you want to do?” I asked, answering her question with another question.
“Body shots,” she said without
“Ava, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“ Can I come in?”
She hesitated . “Yes.”
I opened the door to find her bed neatly made . She was sitting on a beige loveseat, a throw pillow in her lap. “Hey,” I said, as I entered the room.
“Hey.”
“Are you sick or something?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Okay. I just wanted to check.” Her mouth was pulled into a slight frown, and she seemed distracted. Dark circles rimmed her lower lids. Something was definitely wrong. After a brief internal struggle, I decided to ask, “Did I do something to offend you?”
“What?” She looked surprised as she sat up a little straighter and looked at me, her dainty eyebrows knitted with concern . “No, definitely no. It’s me.” She waved her hand in front of her as if she were trying to explain more clearly. “I just…I just have something I’m trying to work through, that’s all.”
“Have you eaten?” I asked, not having seen any sign that she’d been out of her room today.
She shook her head. “I’m not really in the mood.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to work through whatever it is if you had something to eat?”
She laid her hand on her stomach. “I feel a little queasy.”
“Why don’t I make you something simple like some toast and scrambled eggs? That should help settle your stomach and give you more energy to…think.” I left the room, not waiting for her to answer. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but she looked so sad, and it tugged at my conscience. Maybe Ava needed someone right now, and seeing as I was the only person around, I would feel guilty if I didn’t intervene.
Finding my way around the kitchen, I whipped us up some breakfast for lunch. When it was ready, I carried it out to the deck, thinking that being outside might help Ava to feel a little less gloomy.
She nibbled on her toast while I quickly downed my meal . “So you wanna talk about it?”
“Don’t worry about me . I’ll be fine.” She pushed her eggs around the plate with her fork.
“I know you will, but you might be fine faster if you talk about it.”
She gave me a small, sad smile. “Do you ever feel down in the dumps?”
“I guess everybody has their moments, but for the most part, I’m pretty upbeat . Does this have to do with the guy that you were dating?”
“It does, but really it’s more about me, about what I know I should be feeling and what I’m actually feeling. I don’t know . Maybe I’m just wallowing in self-pity.”
“We all do from time to time, and that’ s okay. Do you feel like you’re having a serious problem, like with depression or something?”
“No, nothing that serious.”
“Well, you know what they say about laughter,” I said. “Maybe you just need to do something fun. Sometimes when I’m stressed, I take a break and do something enjoyable. Whatever the hell it is that I want to do.”
“And what’s that?” she asked.
“Could be anything. Going out on a date. Watching a movie. Laying around in my boxers eating cereal out of the box while I’m watching reruns.”
She smiled, and it actually made me feel better.
“What do you want to do for fun?” I asked.
Her smile widened . “I don’t know. I want to do something I’ve never done before. We should be spontaneous.”
“We should,” I agreed.
“So you’re agreeing to ignore your plans and your calendar for the rest of the day?” she asked, a sparkle of mischief glowing in her eyes.
“Well, technically, I’ve already completed my training today, which was my main goal.”
“Then you’ll have no problem being spontaneous for the rest of the day. Is that what you’re saying?” she asked.
“Spontaneous is my middle name,” I confirmed.
“What should we do?” She looked at me expectantly.
“What’s something you’ve never done that you want to do?” I asked, answering her question with another question.
“Body shots,” she said without
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