“Welcome home, love! Thought England might look too colorless for you now. Xoxo”.
Season 2
Episode 1
Chloe is in doubt and I get a premonition (?)
Things were getting closer to Halloween, stores filled with spooky candy and scary outfits.
I really loved all that as a kid, but now time goes by so fast, seems like you don’t get a chance to stop and enjoy or to really wait for a holiday. Everything rushes into your life before you can think of it.
– Sexy nurse or a crazy nun? – Lizzy asks as we move along the racks.
– Do they have an XXL cushion costume for me? – I sigh, – Spain didn’t do my body any good, except for the vitamin D, I guess.
– You’re too harsh on yourself, Al, buuuut , I did see you back at the hotel bar drinking a milkshake, not plant based milk, I suppose, ha? – she gave me that detective look again. – Oh well, I swear it was only for the purpose of investigation! I needed to know if Spanish milk tasted better than British, and I proudly can assure you it did not.
– I shan’t listen to your excuses, – she snorted, – your metabolism has already punished you anyways. Evil biker or a cat woman?
– A what? Oh, right, costumes. I really want to bail this time, but Kevin has to go and promote himself and I am his trophy or cheerleader or strong back to rely on.
– You can use the word girlfriend if it seems appealing, – Lizzy looks right into my soul.
– Girlfriend is boring, – I find my excuse, – you always tell me to work on my synonyms cause my posts and hashtags irritate you. See, I AM working!
She smiles and takes a purple dress witch costume for herself and a Cleopatra for me. Off we go.
I take a cab to the little place on Hollins road where I am to meet Kevin for a bite. He loves their authentic breakfast and as we both had an opening this Friday morning sharing some nice food seemed like a great idea.
The cold air got into my nostrils as soon as I pushed myself out of the warm cab, realizing that winter is just around the corner. Still have no idea where to spend Christmas: have snowy Sweden with the folks or some palmy distant resort with Kevin as the alternatives. Both would suit my blog very much but the last variant would mean leaving Lizzy alone here as Kevin is always too jealous of her “stealing” our precious moments. Whatever he means by this.