Fancy A Game? - Tilly, Cian
Normally he would drive out to the Troll under the bridge, but it was a nice day. It had been raining for what felt like the last week, so a decent day with the sun out seemed too good to waste behind the wheel of the car. Lunch hour in Seattle meant traffic anyway, and when it came down to it, walking was only going to take a few minutes longer.
He tried to be careful with the bag at his side. The game was cheap enough that he wasn’t concerned about the game pieces, but Cian didn’t want to smash the sandwich that he had stuffed in there as well. Brooke had asked him if he was packing himself a lunch too when he made an extra sandwich while he had been packing her lunch. He didn’t want to explain the strange arrangement he had with Tilly to his twelve year old, so he said yes. Brooke accepted that well enough. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that it was a marmalade sandwich. Cian wasn’t overly fond of it.
Tilly was, though.
He arrived at the Troll and raised the bag up to rest it against the statue. “Lunch is served.”
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