just
suggested that they get breakfast together? He wasn’t even sure that Kasen would
be hungry considering he’d brought him a plate full of food only a few hours
before. But it had been a little over five hours since the last time Rowan
ate, and he was hungry. Maybe the boy was only agreeing to come along
because he wanted to be polite. But maybe..
No. Don’t be ridiculous. He thought to
himself. But what if it were true? What if Kasen was enjoying spending time
with him, too?
Rowan exited off the ramp and they entered an
equally small town called Enterprise. It amused Rowan, because he was a huge
Star Trek fan, and from the smile on Kasen’s face, he wondered if they had that
in common. He remembered passing by a Waffle House when he’d stopped here for
a bathroom break before making it into Chartreuse.
When they pulled into the parking lot, he put
the car into park and then he turned to glance at Kasen. “So you’ve never been
here before?” He asked.
Kasen shook his head slowly, “No, I can’t say
that I have. Or maybe my mom used to take me places when I was little, but I
honestly can’t remember.”
Rowan smiled, “Well, here you are now. The
Mighty Waffle House,” He chuckled.
Kasen looked up at the bright yellow sign
before he tilted his head a bit, “I’ve never been to one before.” He admitted.
Rowan quirked a brow. Just how sheltered had
this kid been? He turned off the car before he got out, waiting for Kasen to
do the same before he locked it up and tucked his keys into his pocket. He
held open the door for the other male and allowed him to enter first before he
followed in behind him.
It wasn’t that the place was even busy, because
it wasn’t. There wasn’t a soul in sight except for the cook who was lazily
leaned against the counter, and two waitresses who were conversing while
refilling the syrup dispensers. Rowan slid into a booth, taking up a menu as
he watched Kasen slide down across from him.
“Get anything you want,” Rowan offered. “This
is my treat, okay?”
Kasen blinked, biting his lip before he nodded,
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll pay you back though.”
“Not necessary,” Rowan reassured him as one of
the waitresses approached them.
“I’m Nikki. What can I get for ya’ll today?”
Rowan would never –not- be amused by that
word. He chuckled a little as he looked up at her, “I’d like to get a glass of
Cola, please, add a bit of cherry flavor into it,” Then he looked to Kasen.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Oh, um,” Kasen quickly looked back down at the
menu. “Just some milk, thanks.”
As the waitress went to get their drinks,
Rowan’s eyes were back on Kasen, watching him as he went over the menu. “The
hash browns are really good here,” He offered. “So are the waffles. Almost
everything is good at the Waffle House,” He gave a crooked grin, Kasen’s eyes
meeting his as the boy looked up from the menu.
“Thanks.” Kasen nodded. “I think I will try
some hash browns. Maybe with some cheese on them? It sounds pretty good.”
Rowan nodded in agreement, “Absolutely,” He
replied. “That’s one of my favorite things to get here. Of course, some
people like to go over the top with getting everything on their hash browns,
but not me. I prefer the cheese and maybe some onions every now and then. Don’t
forget the ketchup though,” He chuckled and mentally kicked himself. Why was
he talking so much? He never spoke this much around others. At least not
about food. Christ.
“And I think I’ll have a pecan waffle,” Kasen
added, closing his menu. “I’ve never had a pecan waffle. I think my mother
fixed me a blueberry one once,” He seemed to be thinking hard on that one, and
Rowan was
suggested that they get breakfast together? He wasn’t even sure that Kasen would
be hungry considering he’d brought him a plate full of food only a few hours
before. But it had been a little over five hours since the last time Rowan
ate, and he was hungry. Maybe the boy was only agreeing to come along
because he wanted to be polite. But maybe..
No. Don’t be ridiculous. He thought to
himself. But what if it were true? What if Kasen was enjoying spending time
with him, too?
Rowan exited off the ramp and they entered an
equally small town called Enterprise. It amused Rowan, because he was a huge
Star Trek fan, and from the smile on Kasen’s face, he wondered if they had that
in common. He remembered passing by a Waffle House when he’d stopped here for
a bathroom break before making it into Chartreuse.
When they pulled into the parking lot, he put
the car into park and then he turned to glance at Kasen. “So you’ve never been
here before?” He asked.
Kasen shook his head slowly, “No, I can’t say
that I have. Or maybe my mom used to take me places when I was little, but I
honestly can’t remember.”
Rowan smiled, “Well, here you are now. The
Mighty Waffle House,” He chuckled.
Kasen looked up at the bright yellow sign
before he tilted his head a bit, “I’ve never been to one before.” He admitted.
Rowan quirked a brow. Just how sheltered had
this kid been? He turned off the car before he got out, waiting for Kasen to
do the same before he locked it up and tucked his keys into his pocket. He
held open the door for the other male and allowed him to enter first before he
followed in behind him.
It wasn’t that the place was even busy, because
it wasn’t. There wasn’t a soul in sight except for the cook who was lazily
leaned against the counter, and two waitresses who were conversing while
refilling the syrup dispensers. Rowan slid into a booth, taking up a menu as
he watched Kasen slide down across from him.
“Get anything you want,” Rowan offered. “This
is my treat, okay?”
Kasen blinked, biting his lip before he nodded,
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll pay you back though.”
“Not necessary,” Rowan reassured him as one of
the waitresses approached them.
“I’m Nikki. What can I get for ya’ll today?”
Rowan would never –not- be amused by that
word. He chuckled a little as he looked up at her, “I’d like to get a glass of
Cola, please, add a bit of cherry flavor into it,” Then he looked to Kasen.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Oh, um,” Kasen quickly looked back down at the
menu. “Just some milk, thanks.”
As the waitress went to get their drinks,
Rowan’s eyes were back on Kasen, watching him as he went over the menu. “The
hash browns are really good here,” He offered. “So are the waffles. Almost
everything is good at the Waffle House,” He gave a crooked grin, Kasen’s eyes
meeting his as the boy looked up from the menu.
“Thanks.” Kasen nodded. “I think I will try
some hash browns. Maybe with some cheese on them? It sounds pretty good.”
Rowan nodded in agreement, “Absolutely,” He
replied. “That’s one of my favorite things to get here. Of course, some
people like to go over the top with getting everything on their hash browns,
but not me. I prefer the cheese and maybe some onions every now and then. Don’t
forget the ketchup though,” He chuckled and mentally kicked himself. Why was
he talking so much? He never spoke this much around others. At least not
about food. Christ.
“And I think I’ll have a pecan waffle,” Kasen
added, closing his menu. “I’ve never had a pecan waffle. I think my mother
fixed me a blueberry one once,” He seemed to be thinking hard on that one, and
Rowan was
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