“BOUND FOR FREEDOM, YEAR SEVEN, DAY EIGHT (FINAL): “Coffeeshop”
Stepping inside was like being wrapped in a warm embrace.
It wasn’t simply that outside was cold and grey and rainy, either. Sally had been to this old diner so often over the years she suspected she could safely walk through it blindfolded. Which she imagined was, in fact, the very reason it had been chosen to host this little rendezvous.
Sure enough, the moment she entered, there was Sonic, sitting at that same old corner table, wearing that same old bright-neon jacket he was always so fond of, waving her over. There was already a cup of coffee waiting for her too. “Hey Sonic,” she greeted as she approached. “Sorry I’m a little late, just had to…take care of some things around the house.”
Sonic’s smile didn’t fade, but Sally noticed it got just a bit tighter. “Something your dad needed?” he asked gently.
She sidled into the booth, not quite able to meet his expectant gaze even as she took the coffee in hand. The silence that followed hung between the two for several moments before Sonic continued, with a hesitance Sally was not used to hearing from him, “Feels like your dad’s been…puttin’ you through a lot lately.”
That drew the squirrel’s eyes to him. “Sonic…” she said tersely.
“I know, I know,” he responded quickly, “it’s not ‘my business’, but-“ he cut himself off with a puffing breath. “Sal…I love you. You know I love you. And watching someone I love be treated this way…it’s just…” Again he cut himself off, shaking his head with a low groan. “I’m sorry…puttin’ this stuff into words is tough.”
“…it’s OK,” she answered. “It…really does mean a lot to me that you care, it’s just….”
“I know.” He slid his hand across the table towards her. “I’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot lately,” he said, and again Sally was struck by how unusually soft his voice sounded just then, “trying t’figure out what t’do. Knowing I couldn’t just…keep doing nothing.”
It took a moment, but Sally’s hand found her way to Sonic’s. “…what…exactly have you been thinking…?” she asked.
“Maybe you could stay with me ‘n’ Unc? At least for a while?”
Their fingers wrapped around each other quickly and strongly. “You don’t know what you’re asking….” Sally said.
“Yes I do,” Sonic answered, and this time there was no hesitance. “Which is why you don’t have t’answer right now. Just…” he slid a little closer to her, “think about it.” She slid a little closer to him. “Sit here with me for a bit ‘n’ just…think about it.”
Again there was silence. They simply sat there, holding hands. And then, at last, Sally whispered, “…OK.”
“OK,” Sonic repeated, and his smile loosened up again.
Sally couldn’t help but smile back. She let her head rest on the hedgehog’s shoulder, prompting him to open his jacket and wrap it over her. They leaned into each other, bodies growing just a little more relaxed. Sonic’s eyes closed first; Sally’s soon followed. And as she let herself slip in to their comforting embrace, she couldn’t help but notice the scent of the coffee drifting in from the table. One last reminder of what Sonic’s offer really meant.
“Walnuts,” she thought. “My favorite.”