10 years later: Weâll come back soon, donât worry.
The weekend had been as amazing as expected. No matter how many years had gone by, the town was still perfect at this time of the year and the communityâs love for parties was still the same. Although she hadnât gone to Bayview over the past year, Inbar had had no issues finding her way through Green Acres and stopping everytime she saw a familiar face. She was ten year older than the day she moved in but one thing hadnât changed at all: her enthusiasm.
As the rodeo was over and as it was time for her to leave and come back home to Los Angeles, Inbar closed the door of the bedroom she had booked for the weekend at the Bluebird Bed & Breakfast, she met her now-husband in the lobby and together, they gave back the key of the room, thanked the staff for their kindness and made their way out so they could meet their taxi driver. A few minutes later, the luggage were in the trunk, Inbar and Dan were on the back seat, the driver was behind the wheel and they were ready to go.
Going through the pictures she had taken all along the weekend while they were on the road to the airport, Inbar couldnât help her laugh and showed one to Dan. âI canât believe you fell from the mechanical bull after like five seconds, that was terrible, babe.â Teasing him was too easy, especially when she knew she had a good reason to make some jokes. âYou would have done something even worseâ, he complained although a smile quickly appeared on his lips, âNext year, youâll have to try it.â Putting down her phone, she grabbed his hand to strike the deal. âAlright, Iâll kick your butt next year by staying there for more than five secondsâ, she assured.
The phone found its way back to her purse as they let themselves enjoy a few seconds of silence until Dan broke it, âIt was a great weekend. We should come here more often.â A tender smile tucked at Inbarâs lips as she nestled her head against her husbandâs neck and closed her eyes for a second, âWeâll come back soon, donât worry.â











