[oom -- driving, dinner, and star wars -- for trudy chacon]
Their exit from the bar opens into the sunlight; Carl slips on his sunglasses and holds the door for her, as they step out of what she'll soon realize is an information building at a rest stop along the highway. It's relatively quiet (a weekday morning isn't the busiest time for travel) with a few cars parked in the lot, a semi-truck or two further down, a family with kids letting everyone stretch their legs.
He's got a backpack over one shoulder, but he holds his hand out for hers, if she'll let him take it.
(There's a feeling he's getting -- that she might not, but he'll offer anyway.)
He waited until it was morning in 'bar time' to open the door, just to try to line things up on the outside. It will make it easier to take it all in, he hopes.
The area is densely wooded, trees a vivid green this time of year, and the North Carolina sky is blue and clear. Just like he promised.
"Want me to get that?"
He's got a backpack over one shoulder, but he holds his hand out for hers, if she'll let him take it.
(There's a feeling he's getting -- that she might not, but he'll offer anyway.)
He waited until it was morning in 'bar time' to open the door, just to try to line things up on the outside. It will make it easier to take it all in, he hopes.
The area is densely wooded, trees a vivid green this time of year, and the North Carolina sky is blue and clear. Just like he promised.
"Want me to get that?"