We ain't ever getting older // Migea
Rhea simply rolled her eyes at his words. She knew she was a terrible driver, which partly resulted in her decision on not using the car she owned though she wasn’t sure why she still had it, if she had no intention of using it any time soon. It was her typical reaction to his jokes to remain silent and pretend she didn’t care about his opinion, regarding to her. The woman smiled gently at the hostess as an almost silent “Thank you” slipped out of her lips before she took the seat opposite to Miguel. She surely had changed because before good manners weren’t really her thing despite the fact that she was raised to be polite and she did a lot of that polite acting as a model.
“I know,” she countered quickly because even if she liked teasing him as well, she also felt slightly uncomfortable taking a compliment from him, not knowing where the line stood between being friends and going further. “But you know them. Loren is the only one proud of me, honestly.“ Her gaze moved swiftly down the wine list, wishing she could order a glass, before she moved her attention towards the list of various Italian dishes. “She did?” A bit of surprise could be sensed in her tone since she didn’t know his mother in person. In fact, she couldn’t recall meeting his father either, which was strange since he knew both of hers. “How is she?” Rhea questioned and looked up from the menu for the moment, feeling it was the right thing to do and hoping that it wouldn’t cause him to frown.
He kept his answers for a while, looking through the food even if he knew what he'd order anyway, since he basically ate the same things the days of the week every week. And it being Friday, it was the evening for the usual pork chop with mashed potatoes and boiled vegetables. He moved his hand to his forehead, massaging his temple with his knuckles. "I mentioned seeing you around. She remembers me talking about you years ago." He was talking guardedly, his voice showing how little he wanted to go into detail about a few years back and exactly what he had been talking to his ma about.
His brows went low above his eyes at her next question. He spread his fingers through his face to cover it for a bit and then gratefully looked up at the waitress as she came, quickly ordering his dinner with a beer. But as Rhea ordered the woman danced away with a silent step and left them once again, a muted bubble in the middle of the loud restaurant. "She's getting a bit better." He said slowly as he rearranged the silverware in front of him. "Doctor say the chemotherapy is slowly working, but it also is making her too sick to even sit up in bed most days..." he had to shut his mouth to stop the words. He didn't talk with anyone about his mother. He had no friends in this town yet, nor was he close with any of his colleagues.














