Where: The Bradford Underground Bowling Alley
Who: @brightonnature
She hadn’t completely expected Brighton to accept the invitation. Not many younger people would be seen at a bowing alley; but perhaps his friendliness was another kindness. She’d been so embarrassed, needing help from an actual park ranger. Needing help at all, really.. Yet, he’d been friendly the entire time; seemingly unbothered.
A final tug at her laces, and Olivia sat back up to smile at her company. “So,” she exhaled the word as a sharp breath. “How have you been? No news at the park is, I assume, good news?”
It wasn’t a league nigh, so the place wasn’t busy enough to need yelling over. Lucky them. Her food would be delivered soon, too. As much as she avoided junk food at home, the deep fried bowling alley fare was hard to resist.