#c;jane

The morning had just began, once his phone next to his bedroom with one of those annoying sounds forced him to wake up and start a new day, Henry placed the best smile he could to knock on Beatrice’s door, letting her know it was time to get up and get ready for school. While he didn’t have his entire schedule back, as Henry still couldn’t work in the restaurant, at least he’d have to go through making breakfast for himself and Beatrice and wait until Beatrice’s friend would be there so both of them could make their way to school together, alongside with Zoe’s older sister, which was one of the reasons why he would hardly worry about giving her the freedom of heading to school, from time to time, without him. Small talk was exchanged, a few extra smiles appeared on his lips trying to make Beatrice think he was okay and once he heard the knocks on the door, he kissed the top of her forehead, told her to be careful and watched as she left. However, as he sat down once again at the dinner table, it only took a few minutes before he heard a knock on the door. “It’s open, Bea...” but before Henry would finish his words, his vision showed him that it wasn’t his daughter walking through the door. “Did you see? The exportation of wine from here is surging, I mean... I think that’s what got you here,” he said once his eyes moved from the phone in front of him where he was reading the news, to Jane. “Bea just left with Zoe and Rachel. But I could text her and tell her you’re here, in case you needed to talk to her. I’m sure they are nearby.”

Henry was glad that the day he was able to meet Jane was also his day off the restaurant, and while he could’ve thought about meeting her at a restaurant or at his place, he wanted to spend some time off, enjoying the weather even if it was cold. If Jane regretted his idea, they could get in the car and head elsewhere. He was there earlier than he had told his ex to meet him, and it gave him time to take slow steps, until he finally found a place to stay, sitting at a bench inside of the Fawkner Park. The big picture he had in front of him were the kids running and playing around; they were definitely younger than Beatrice, around five years old if he wasn’t mistaken. And that only image only brought to the surface a sensen of kind of nostalgia. one that he shouldn’t look for at that moment. Not when Beatrice’s birthday was so close and she wasn’t getting any younger. 

His blue eyes were still staring to what was happening in front of him before he noticed a figure approaching, a smile coming to his lips as he leaned to greet Jane. “Who’s the crazy guy who invites someone to meet him at the park during winter? Answer: your ex.” He joked, kissing her cheek before he sat down once again. “I know, we could be somewhere else, some place warm and before you complain about being outdoors in the cold, in case you were going to complain, I brought food... so, you can’t hate me. But you can tell me how you are, what have you been up to lately, that you can do.”