Lena and Riley walked down the slightly busy street to the newly named Chevron store, after she finished what remained of the PB&J that Riley stole sections from. Consequently he decided that he was hungry. They arrived and Lena made a last minute purchasing decisions before she sat across from Riley and his lunch at the yellow table whose presence surprised her the first time she had walked into the store, four years ago. She turned her head towards the window to think, and allowed him to eat while looking at her without discomfort. Later she would realize Sarah was right about him looking at her without her noticing, but presently she hoped that her pony tail looked okay and that being in her pajamas didn’t make her look like an orphan, and if so, that perhaps Riley thought it was cute. When she did turn her head to face him, she was met with a blue in his eyes caused by the sun that she is always satisfied to look at, along with a subject that she was glad to hear him bring up.
“Only a month and a half ’till you leave.” Lena smiled and replied with a question she had hoped to ask him.
“Yep, are you gonna write me letters like I’m in prison?”
“I guess so.” He answered in a tone that again pleased and put a smile on her face. Then he followed up with “I don’t know why you couldn’t just call me?” Lena smiled at this too, and then spoke of possible phone jacks, and if free phone with internet sounded logical to him along with some other college preparations she needed to do.
She finished talking and looked up at him noticing that he was looking at her quietly. It was clear that he was thinking; his demeanor showed no trace of playful scheming. He was just listening and enforced this niceness with an offer of carrot cake and strawberry milk. Lena asked why he was offering her food, to which he defensively answered “because I want you to have it.” There have been a few notable ridiculous arguments between the two that have begun by Lena asking for the reason he was being uncharacteristically polite at a particular moment. Fortunately this was not one of those escalating moments they often have, and she accepted, liking the atmosphere of the moment.
Riley finished and they walked back to her house with pauses of the playful type that they both enjoy, and often take part in together.