Now that she was finally alone with him, Arla had no idea what to say. Jumping straight into defending herself again didn’t seem wise. He hadn’t taken that very well at all before ( not that she blamed him ). She’d waited so long just to see him again.
And now that she did....He just looked so lost.
There were so many things that had changed since 1983. Pay-phones were gone because almost everyone had a cell phone. People had their own computers that could fit in their bags and access to all around the world so email was the new mail. ( Arla did miss mail; though it wasn’t like she’d had anybody to send her any. )
“ ‘Thriller’ is still popular, ” she said when the silence continued to envelope them. “ Though it’s mostly just at Halloween. ”
She let the sentence hang between them as she watched him.
Okay. So that wasn’t as much of an ice breaker as she had been hoping. Sure it’d come out the year before he’d died...disappeared.... left? But it had been very popular for months.
Hands stuffed in her pockets she glanced at the ground, trying to think of something else that might be interesting to him in the time he’d missed. Something safe. Something not too personal.
“ Star Wars has six films now? ”
