Evie kept her head propped against her hand, tilted slightly to the side as she stared at him, listening to his words as he explained. The shock of the situation had long since passed by that point, Evie was no longer wondering how she found herself in this situation. Instead, she thought to herself why she hadn’t done this sooner. She was fairly different in high school, she supposed. Always upset, she usually stuck with her small friend group, rarely took the chance to make new friends whenever the opportunity arose. A stoner and an athlete? Being friends? That was unheard of.
But Zendrick always seemed so nice. Evie saw that in high school, how kind he was. Maybe that was a reason why she never spoke to him, afraid she would somehow taint that kind heart he had.
“Me?” She laughed. “My favourite holiday is probably… Christmas. I usually work, we’re one of the few places open on Christmas. Which sounds… sad, but it’s really not. The other owners will cook food, y’know, Turkey and ham and all the sides. Customers will get food for free. Usually it ends up being homeless people, or people who don’t have family to celebrate with.” Evie paused for a moment, seeming to ponder her thoughts. “Y’know, if you find yourself in a rundown dive bar on Christmas night, it’s not because you want to be there. So, the other owners and I decided to make a thing out of it. Hot meals, cheap drinks. And the staff will do secret Santa, which is always a blast.” She laughed, sitting up straight before taking a bite of her food.
“Favourite colour? Green. It’s… welcoming. Book? Hmm, that’s a hard one. I don’t… read a whole lot. I liked the Hobbit when I was younger, I guess I never really stopped liking it.”
The food was delicious, and the conversation even better. Evie was having a great time, enjoying every second she spent with Zendrick so far. This was leaps and bounds better than standing around awkwardly in a high school gymnasium with people she hadn’t seen in years.