chick wearing green , pink , and all these colors. I totally don ' t get what the guy is talking about , but even though I won ' t admit it , it might not be so bad. As the guy keeps singing , I let my eyes close to get some sleep , thinking about Priscilla ' s smirk and how I know , she thought my joke was funny too.
***
" Jay , wake up. Are you hungry? "
Clouds are trying to part in my head at the sound of Priscilla ' s voice. Man , I must have really passed out. My eyes open and she ' s standing at my open door , Bastian and Aspen nowhere in sight.
" We stopped to eat. You want something? "
" Yeah. I ' m starved. " We didn ' t eat breakfast before we left this morning and my stomach is growling.
They stopped at some hole-in-the-wall diner that looks like it came out of a movie or something , I ' m assuming because we ' re in the boonies and there ' s nowhere else to go.
Priscilla scoots back and I get out of the car and stretch , before walking with her. Once we get inside I realize I really need to take a leak. My mouth is all dry and cottony , too. Priscilla starts to head over to Bastian and Aspen who are sitting in a corner booth , when I stop her. " I ' m going to the bathroom. If they take a drink order before I get back , will you grab me a soda? "
" I guess . " She winks at me and I freeze , because damn it's hot when a girl winks.
I do my business and then wash my hands and splash some water on my face , hoping it will help me wake up. When I ' m done , I ' m walking back to the table when I see Priscilla halfway across the room from our table , with the waitress. It looks like she had to run to catch up with her or something.
" Umm , excuse me. I was on the phone and my friend accidentally ordered a Pepsi for my other friend , but he likes Cherry Pepsi. Is it too late to change that? "
I start to step around the corner to tell her it ' s not a big deal. I like Cherry Pepsi better , but I can drink anything. But it kind of is a big deal. Which , yeah , I know. It ' s lame. Who cares what kind of soda it is , but that ' s not the point. What matters is she knows what I prefer. That she left the table to talk to the waitress so I would have the kind of freaking soda I want. Not because she had to or because I asked for a specific kind or any of the other billion reasons someone can do something their obligated for. She just did it ... for me. Just because she wants me to have what I like.
Yeah . To me , that totally is a big deal.
So I stay ducked around the corner and let her finish talking to the waitress and then I watch her head back over to the table and sit down before I head that way , too. Plopping down beside her in the booth , I look around the table and say , " Please tell me one of you were smart enough to get me a Cherry Pepsi. "
" Umm , yeah. I did. " Priscilla almost looks embarrassed.
Me? I feel good , because even though I didn ' t come out and say it , I found a way to thank her for thinking of me. Sometimes it ' s easier to say things when you don ' t really have to say them at all.
***
Honestly? We don ' t really have a ton of stuff planned in Salt Lake. There are two things we really want to do. Sebastian is determined to go rafting down the Provo River. He thinks it will earn him man points or something—not that the rapids are too huge or anything , but we ' ve heard it ' s a good time.
The other thing is we ' re supposed to eat at this place called Café Rio. Priscilla and her family eat there when they come to stay at the place they keep here for when they coming skiing in the winter. Yep , she has a place in Salt Lake. Which , in the grand scheme of things , isn ' t that big a deal , but also , she has a second house in Salt Lake. And we ' re staying there. Should be a good time , right?
Back to the Café. According to her , they make their own tortillas on a stone or something. Sounds strange to me , but she says it ' s the best place to eat Mexican food while you ' re
***
" Jay , wake up. Are you hungry? "
Clouds are trying to part in my head at the sound of Priscilla ' s voice. Man , I must have really passed out. My eyes open and she ' s standing at my open door , Bastian and Aspen nowhere in sight.
" We stopped to eat. You want something? "
" Yeah. I ' m starved. " We didn ' t eat breakfast before we left this morning and my stomach is growling.
They stopped at some hole-in-the-wall diner that looks like it came out of a movie or something , I ' m assuming because we ' re in the boonies and there ' s nowhere else to go.
Priscilla scoots back and I get out of the car and stretch , before walking with her. Once we get inside I realize I really need to take a leak. My mouth is all dry and cottony , too. Priscilla starts to head over to Bastian and Aspen who are sitting in a corner booth , when I stop her. " I ' m going to the bathroom. If they take a drink order before I get back , will you grab me a soda? "
" I guess . " She winks at me and I freeze , because damn it's hot when a girl winks.
I do my business and then wash my hands and splash some water on my face , hoping it will help me wake up. When I ' m done , I ' m walking back to the table when I see Priscilla halfway across the room from our table , with the waitress. It looks like she had to run to catch up with her or something.
" Umm , excuse me. I was on the phone and my friend accidentally ordered a Pepsi for my other friend , but he likes Cherry Pepsi. Is it too late to change that? "
I start to step around the corner to tell her it ' s not a big deal. I like Cherry Pepsi better , but I can drink anything. But it kind of is a big deal. Which , yeah , I know. It ' s lame. Who cares what kind of soda it is , but that ' s not the point. What matters is she knows what I prefer. That she left the table to talk to the waitress so I would have the kind of freaking soda I want. Not because she had to or because I asked for a specific kind or any of the other billion reasons someone can do something their obligated for. She just did it ... for me. Just because she wants me to have what I like.
Yeah . To me , that totally is a big deal.
So I stay ducked around the corner and let her finish talking to the waitress and then I watch her head back over to the table and sit down before I head that way , too. Plopping down beside her in the booth , I look around the table and say , " Please tell me one of you were smart enough to get me a Cherry Pepsi. "
" Umm , yeah. I did. " Priscilla almost looks embarrassed.
Me? I feel good , because even though I didn ' t come out and say it , I found a way to thank her for thinking of me. Sometimes it ' s easier to say things when you don ' t really have to say them at all.
***
Honestly? We don ' t really have a ton of stuff planned in Salt Lake. There are two things we really want to do. Sebastian is determined to go rafting down the Provo River. He thinks it will earn him man points or something—not that the rapids are too huge or anything , but we ' ve heard it ' s a good time.
The other thing is we ' re supposed to eat at this place called Café Rio. Priscilla and her family eat there when they come to stay at the place they keep here for when they coming skiing in the winter. Yep , she has a place in Salt Lake. Which , in the grand scheme of things , isn ' t that big a deal , but also , she has a second house in Salt Lake. And we ' re staying there. Should be a good time , right?
Back to the Café. According to her , they make their own tortillas on a stone or something. Sounds strange to me , but she says it ' s the best place to eat Mexican food while you ' re
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