Both excellent breath fresheners before a potential kiss…
I felt slightly transplanted out of Sacramento. The restaurant looked like it belonged in Fisherman’s Wharf because there was lots of seafood and all the men had beards. But everyone else was dressed like Taylor Swift during her “Red” era.
Don’t worry, this wasn’t all just in my head; we were discussing this together and it made me like him even more. A defining characteristic of mine is that I notice the subtle details around me, so meeting someone that shared my investigative nature helped the conversation move along.
I ordered fish n’ chips, and he got pasta with clams (both excellent breath fresheners before a potential kiss). I hadn’t eaten all day so I was not eating gracefully — at all. He noticed and said, “It seems like you have a big appetite.” To which I replied, “Yep — it’s a bottomless pit!”
We talked about school and compared how awful our classes were. He was an engineering student, so he won that argument. I told him the hardest thing I do every week is figure out a story to write about in the newspaper. He wanted to be an engineer because he sought to create something that would stand the test of time. Meanwhile I wanted to write because a jumble of words can facilitate change and make you laugh along the way.
He said he admired that and I thought to myself — I’ll give this one a chance.
Next week: The End
By: Terry Hudson