They started saying good morning and good night, and when she asked him a question and he didn’t respond right away she felt a jab of anxious yearning. We’re in love, and we’re probably going to get married.”“Hmm,” her stepdad said.
That made her sad, not so much because she wanted to continue spending time with him as because she’d had such high expectations for him over break, and it didn’t seem fair that things had fallen apart so quickly.“We could go get a drink, I guess?
She was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, and that might have been the problem.
When she got into the car, he’d said, “Glad to see you dressed up for me,” which she’d assumed was a joke, but maybe she actually had offended him by not seeming to take the date seriously enough, or something.
Robert was wearing a rabbit-fur hat that came down over his ears and a thick, old-fashioned down jacket.
She thought it was a good look for him, if a little dorky; the hat heightened his lumberjack aura, and the heavy coat hid his belly and the slightly sad slump of his shoulders.“You’re welcome, concession-stand girl,” he said, though of course he knew her name by then.