lolacini:
“Too bad they can’t get rid of me. If I go, I take all the Lola with me, and then it’s just… Cantina. Boring! Who’d eat there?” Lola joked; she could tell there was something serious going on just from the atmosphere. It was her duty to soften the blow of it all, if only just a little bit.
And there it was. Lola’s face fell, her brow creasing with concern. Empathy. If there was one thing she knew, it was how much it sucked to have no idea where your mom was - that was something she’d never wish on anyone, let alone Tiny. “Maybe… something came up, super last minute. Her phone could be dead, or there could be insane traffic… There are a lot of possible reasons, right? I know it’s way easier said than done, but let’s focus on the positives.” Suddenly, her smile returned - hopefully, it’d prove to be infectious. “You’ve got me, all the nachos in the world to distract you, and a phone that could go off any minute with an excuse for the no-show.”
Tiny only expected to come here and feel sorry for himself, maybe even fill up on nachos and find away to swipe some liquor from a story to drown his thoughts out. He never anticipated a shoulder to vent or cry on, but he was grateful for her thoughtfulness and the different perspective. “Maybe..” He replied, trying to stay on the bright side like she did. Maybe there was a reason for his mom not showing up, and maybe it was a good one, even if history wasn’t exactly on her side right now. His face perked up slightly, reaching underneath the table to pull out his phone, turning the ringer up. “There. Now if she calls, I can hear it at least.”
It didn’t quite fix anything, but he could at least say he wasn’t as bummed as he was. “Thanks for the pick me up. Now I feel less like drowning myself in nachos. I mean, I can if I wanted to, don’t get me wrong.” He smiled slightly, reaching for another chip to prove his point. “I know you’re a busy lady and everything. But I was wondering, what are you doing after work?”
