People changed a lot in a decade, Holland had learned. They looked different, sounded different, felt different. Ten years left people feeling like strangers, which meant Holland was playing catch up with a lot of people she once considered close friends. Carson was one of those people. Holland hadn’t seen Carson since her parent’s Christmas party in 2009, and back then, they were both kids. Back then, they both had vastly different priorities, vastly different ideas of where their lives would end up.
Now -- now Holland didn’t know much of anything about Carson, save for the fact he was willing to wander the Farmer’s Market with her early on a Sunday morning.
She sucked down a little more of her smoothie, eyes shifting from one vendor to the next. “You know, I always that that you’d end up working with your dad,” Holland said, eyes landing on Carson next. She took another sip. “If I ask ‘what happened’, I don’t want you to think I mean it negatively. I definitely think you’re in the right place. But -- what happened?” Holland asked, quirking a brow. “How’d you get out of that one? How’d you get into doing charity work?”
