May 29
LOCATION: Pizza Place WHO: @estereynolds
Bartholomew sat in the corner booth of the little pizza place, the warm smell of garlic and baked dough filling the air while an old Sinatra song hummed faintly through the speakers overhead. He had already ordered them a large pizza to share. The man looked up from his glass of iced tea the moment she walked through the door. “There’s my girl,” he greeted warmly, his weathered face softening into an immediate smile as he waved her over. “Come sit before I eat this whole thing myself.” The joke came easily, followed by a quieter, more genuine look once she slid into the booth across from him. “I’m glad you came, sweetheart. Feels like we haven’t had much of a chance to catch up.”