Chapter 2017 A Romantic Ice Cream:>Ep2
- As we walked, both silent for now, thoughts of my earlier life battled with questions about my current situation. Why had Jordan sought my company? I was favored neither with her youth, nor any grace of feature or form. Any original, youthful symmetry was now broken by a curvilinear cicatrix, marring much of the right of my face. As for personality, my recent, and not so recent, tribulations had rendered me taciturn and prone to a crabiness recalling the worst excesses of my father. I told myself she was just being friendly, that I was reading way too much into a casual encounter, one with most likely no deeper meaning, but my unsettled brain disobediently buzzed with catechetical self-inquiry.
- Now seated, face to face, I regarded my companion more closely. If her large, green eyes were indeed a window to her soul, then I would guess that Jordan's inner being was dominated by openness and simplicity. Not simplicity of thought, but I sensed a desire to focus on essentials, to not over-complicate; an attitude I could learn much from myself.
- My philosophical musings were broken by her inquiry, the first words either of us had spoken since leaving the store. "So what you doing back home, Mr... Nick?"