Page 44 of It's a Brewtiful Day
A note of hope coloured his words. “I’m glad it’s you too, although a place with a comfy bed would make it even better.”
“Details. We can make the next trapped together moments better.”
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “What?”
“I’m only kidding; however, don’t these things tend to run in threes or something? I’ve already been trapped up on the top of the mountain, same kind of thing, albeit, it was much, much colder. And we had blankets.” I nudged him. “But we sat on the floor or on the chairs, resting our heads on the tables. It worked up there, and it could work here too.”
“So good for the back.” The sarcasm was thicker than the towels.
“Meh. I was due for a massage anyway.”
“I’m sure there’s got to be a way for us to be semi-comfortable. It’ll come to me; I just need to think.” He stepped around me and headed back to thefront, moving the wingbacks. “I got it. I think.”
He pulled the cushions out of the wingbacks and set them on the table nearest the window. The first wingback he flipped onto its back; its seat becoming the headboard.
“Oh, I see what you’re getting at.” I manoeuvred my wingback to match, butting the top of the chair to his.
It wasn’t ideal, but it would totally work for a single person to lay on even if it wasn’t long enough. No one was sleeping on the floor.
“It’s perfect.”
“Well…” He set the two seat cushions on the floor beside the oddly positioned wingbacks. “I think perfect is a stretch, but it’ll work. Beats sleeping on the floor.”
“Technically, wearesleeping on the floor.” I gave him a friendly nudge and he responded by wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Details.” He laughed. “Should we have a bedtime snack?”
“What are you, five?”
“Yep.” He nodded and unhooked his arm to hold my hand. “I always have a snack before bed; usually something protein-based, but it does help me sleep. Now, I don’t think there’s anything left that isn’t considered pure junk food, but at least it would be something.”
We wandered back to the nearly empty display case, save for the three remaining items.
“What are our final choices?” I stretched a napkin out on another tray.
“There’s that awful raisin-tainted cinnamon roll and a maple leaf sugar cookie.” He pulled out the last treat and looked at it. “I think this is a chocolate croissant, but it could be our raisin one, too.”
“What is it about people adding raisins to baked goods?”
“Nina tries to please the masses.”
“And masses of Jasper townsfolk are into raisin-tainted foods?”
“Apparently, it’s the hippie way.”
“For real?” Jasper was beautiful and amazing, but I never considered it a hippie town. Sure, it was quaint and full of mom-and-pop stores, but that only added to the charm.
“I don’t know. I’m just going by what the visitors say.” He added the questionable pastry to the tray.
“And that’s what they say?” I couldn’t be more shocked. “I’m quite surprised. I’ve never heard our town referred to like that. It’s small town for sure, but I think it’s quite modern.”
“Hey, I’m not arguing with you. I don’t make the goods, and I’m not the one doing the ordering, I just refill the display as needed. Besides, I love it here, that’s why when I moved here, I stayed.”
“When did you move here?”
“Right after high school. There was a call for help on the ski hill, total seasonal work. I did that forfour years, and at the end of each season, I went back home. But I didn’t like the hustle and bustle of city life, so at the end of my fourth year, I found a place here and set down some roots.”
“That’s cool. I’ve been here my whole life. The big city scares me. Too many people.”