“I have this theory. If you think about almost any given moment in life, there’s a Beatles song that can describe it.”
“So, that’s the song of the hour?”
“Exactly. I saw you standing there. I walked over, and apparently I disrupted your decision-making. So, let me buy you another drink. We can figure out together where you’re gonna go. We can work it out.”
When he laughed, I repeated his last words in my head.
We can work it out.
God, he’s a little nutty.
I shook my head in disbelief. “We Can Work It Out. Another Beatles song.”
“Very good. You’re too young to know The Beatles so well.”
“My mother listened to them. What’s your excuse?”
“I just appreciate good music, even if it was before my time.” He looked down at his watch. “Speaking of time, I don’t have all that much of it. How about that drink?”
When he smiled again, I couldn’t help feeling like my resolve was melting. There wasn’t any harm in one more drink, especially since I hadn’t decided where I was going yet.
“Sure. Why not?”
Carter led me to one of the tables then left to put in an order at the bar.
“I hope you don’t mind. I ordered a few appetizers for us.”
“Thanks. That’s fine.”
“So, what’s the nature of this voyage, Kendall?”
“I have some important things to think about. I need to get away from real life for a while to do that.”
“Hopefully, it’s all good stuff? You seem really on edge. That’s why I assumed you were running away from something.”
“Just an important decision that I have to make.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Not unless you want to impregnate me.
If he only knew.
“No. It’s a problem I have to figure out on my own.”
“Seriously, though, how bad can it be? You’re healthy, vibrant…beautiful, and you seem to have money. I’m sure it will all work out for you.”
“You think you have me all figured out, huh?”
“You’re young. Whatever it is…you have plenty of time to solve the issue.”
Don’t I wish that were the truth.
“How young do you think I am?”
He scratched his chin. “Twenty-two?”
“I’m about to turn twenty-five.”