Leighton
Stella and I are slowly making our way up main street from where we’ve been playing at the park. Whitney had a meeting, and asked me to watch her. Violet’s been working half-shifts the past couple of days, and sent me off with an encouraging smile, telling me she had to watch the place by herself at some point. Which leads me to where we are right now.
“You thirsty?” I ask her. It’s still a mile before we get back to The Café, and it’s a scorcher today. We’d taken some bottles of water with us, but we’d drank them dry about thirty minutes ago. I know if I’m thirsty, she probably is too.
“So hot,” she pushes her hair out of her face from where she stands next to me, as she nods.