braveheart

‘‘Watching you? I wasn’t watching you.’‘ Cora replied, her eyes twinkling playfully. ‘‘I’m here for the pigeons. Sky-rats, if we’re being honest.’‘ With an eye-roll she gestured to her small bag of bread crumbs. ‘‘They’re a nuisance but they’re kind of cute. What are you doing in the park?’‘

  “Looking for you,” Daisy said, walking up to the bench. She held out one of the hot drinks she was holding for Cora and sipped at the other one. “How long have you been hanging out?”

“Nothing get’s me more stressed than a close game and this championship is just that. Is it going to go to UNC or Gonzaga? The world may never know.”

  “..totally. What sport are you talking about?”

“Kids are so precious. Everything is exciting and wonderful to them. It’s a shame we grow up and get jaded, isn’t it?”

  “I like to think I’m still pretty precious and excitable, but that’s just me. I suppose eventually I’ll have to finish growing up.”

“Dear god, that is so cute. Please tell me you took the dandelion anyway.”

  “Of course I did! I couldn’t tell her little face know. I tucked it behind my ear for our rehearsal.”

“That’s sweet of her, it’s the thought that counts I’m sure she won’t ask you about the flowers.”

  “I mean, if she does, I’ll lie and say it’s growing strong, but goodness, my heart was overflowing at her little request.”