“Breakfast shake?” Tanner asked and handed me a to-go cup. He handed a sippy cup to Jacob filled with the same thing.
Had he been holding those a second ago?
Jacob took a big sip and his eyes grew round. “Chocolate!”
I smiled and took a sip too. “Thanks, Tanner. This is really nice of you.”
“Anything for my best friend’s friend,” he said. “Drink up.”
I took another sip. It was the most delicious breakfast shake I’d ever had. It really just tasted like a chocolate milkshake. Wait…was it a chocolate milkshake? I took another sip. It didn’t really matter, it was just as healthy as a cupcake would have been for breakfast.
“After you, m’lady,” Tanner said and opened the limo door.
We all climbed in and the limo pulled out onto the road.
Jacob started running around the inside of the limo examining everything.
“How old is the little one?” Tanner asked.
“He’s four.”
“That’s probably a good age.”
“For…what?”
“For everyone involved. Babies cry all the time. And toddlers can be a handful. But he’s almost in kindergarten. He’s practically an adult.”
“Hardly. He’s just a little boy.”
Tanner laughed. “Oh I know. And thank goodness he’s not a teen. What kind of things is he into?”
“He loves football.”
“Does he now? Well, that’s splendid. I couldn’t think of anything better. And what about you? What kind of things are you into?”
“Um…I love baking.”
He just stared at me. “That’s it?”
“And running.”
“Exercise is such a good stress reliever. Stress ages most people, so it’s good to get ahead of it.”
“Do you like exercising too?”
“Oh, no, I don’t need it,” he said. “Tell me more about yourself.”
He just said that stress ages people. Did that mean he was never stressed out? Or that he just hated exercising?
“I should really be taking notes,” he said and grabbed a clipboard from the seat next to him. “Sorry, what is the little one’s name?”
“Jacob.”
“Got it. Jacob. Four years old.” He scribbled on the paper. “Football. Perfect. Go on.”
“Um…”
He kept writing.
