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Still, just because she favored bright colors didn’t mean she always had to be a ray of fucking sunshine.
it’s not a bad thing to not know what you want to do for the rest of your life. You’re only old when you’re dead.”
Dating in a small town was difficult enough. Throw in the fact that she bowled from her same lane, and it made things damn near impossible even in a town as progressive and welcoming as Peach Blossom.
How else was she supposed to act when confronted with the one former friend whose absence she felt the hardest? How was she supposed to act when she had been so easily left behind?
She dealt with people she didn’t like all the time. She was southern. Being civil was practically built into her DNA.
She wanted to be mad, but it was impossible with the sound of Ava’s laughter floating on the breeze.
“We noticed you and Coach Grace always seem to smile when the other isn’t looking. And we just wondered if you two were together. Like, together together.”
“I realized a lot of things when looking at you, but none of them had to do with bowling.”
“If you wanted to be wined and dined, all you had to do was ask.” The conversation was moving into dangerous territory. No, it had moved well beyond that. It was moving into the type of territory that Ava only thought about when she knew she was alone with plenty of batteries.
Seeing you was an experience. Good luck.”
