He sighed, “Sure, but we need to talk about this at some point, Gracie,”
“And we will, but not today,” I only had less than a couple of hours with him, and I didn’t want it spent talking about this fucked up situation. I didn’t need to add to the stress because today I was going to talk to my manager about my working hours and drop down to only two shifts a week, at least until I feel better.
“What are you in the mood for” he smiled, offering me his arm to take.
“Hmm, soup and a toasted sandwich” I wanted something light since work would be busy and I would be running around like a crazy person.
“Sounds good,” he agreed, and we headed to find a place.
We stopped at a small café, found a seat, and once we knew what we wanted, we placed our orders — the waiter came back quickly with our coffees.
“So, what else has been going on recently”
A lot was going on, but I wouldn’t tell him everything, not yet.