Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Her hips might not be so happy, but she didn’t care. Her mother always said that a real man and the right man, would love her for exactly who she was. Not a number on some kind of scale. So far, no man loved or wanted her for her fuller, much curvier body, but she didn’t mind. She was happy.
Her days were busy, filled with work, and she kept to herself. She cared for animals at the shelter, as well as at a care home for the elderly. She loved to be around people and animals, showing them love and friendship. Of course, some people felt it made her boring, but she didn’t care. This was her life, and she would live it the way she wanted.
Looking at Graham, she saw him frowning at the menu.
“Trust me, everything on it is so good.”
“You come here often?” he asked.
“As often as I can. Granny and Grandpa are great. They serve the best food.”
“They’re relations of yours?”
“Oh, no, it’s just a thing. It’s what they ask people to call them. It is kind of confusing, but it’s not.” She did her best to explain it.
Graham was not an easy guy to read. He seemed very reserved and closed off. Of course, they were total strangers, and she did need to remember that. They were not best friends, not that she ever had a best friend.
Before her parents’ passing, she had loved spending time with her family. She loved family night, where they would play games, or movie night. Yes, her peers had considered her to be a bit different, but she didn’t care. She’d been close to her family, and losing them at eighteen had been hard. Making friends didn’t come easy to her, and staying alone was a lot simpler.
“So, you recommend anything?” he asked.
“Yes. Trust me, you will not be disappointed.”
The waitress came over, and Eve saw it was a new girl. Gran’s Place always had a rotation of waitresses. Most of them were hoping to become models or actresses, and worked there until they got their big break. From what Eve knew, there had been no successful actresses from their waitresses. She didn’t even know if Granny and Grandpa would admit to knowing any famous people. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the food and the people.
She ordered a large burger and fries for herself, with extra fried onions, because she was feeling the need for food. The animal shelters were fit to bursting with all the new dogs that had been dropped off. It broke her heart seeing them all being left behind by families that no longer wanted them, or didn’t care to see them in their final stages. Graham ordered the same and Eve smiled at him.
Silence fell between them. She didn’t know how to fill the silence. Dating … men … were an enigma to her. Certainly not a code she hoped to crack anytime soon.
Eve was twenty-five years old and a virgin, with no dating prospects. Some women would be throwing themselves at Graham. He was a good-looking man. He had dark-brown hair and deep-brown eyes that appeared almost black. He was tall as well, heavily muscled, and she got a glimpse of what looked like tattoos beneath the collar of his shirt and the cuff of his jacket.
Both times she met him, he hadn’t been wearing a coat, which seemed completely irresponsible because it was so cold out. She was always freezing.
“I do want to thank you again for helping me.”
She waved her hand, trying to brush off the thanks. “Anyone would have helped.”
“No, they wouldn’t. There are not a lot of good people in the world.”
“I like to think the best of people.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Why?”
“Isn’t it kind of … sad, to think the world is full of bad people?” she asked.
“I guess, but you have to think logically and be real. Most people don’t give a shit about anyone but themselves.”
She shrugged. “I know and I get it. Trust me, I have seen it firsthand, but that doesn’t mean I have to behave like them. I can try and make the world a better place.”
“Single-handedly?”
“I’d like to think that after people have met me, they go home, and it might give them hope, maybe. I know it sounds silly. There’s a lot of bad stuff happening in the world, and it is full of nasty everything. Doesn’t mean I have to add to it.”
“You’re like an angel, aren’t you?”
She frowned. “No. I’m just a person, trying to be good.”
“I like that.”
Eve smiled. “So tell me, Graham, tell me about yourself.”
“There’s nothing to tell. I’m more curious about you. Tell me about yourself,” he said.
She wasn’t sure what he wanted to know and she was saved from answering as the waitress brought over their food. Another reason she loved Gran’s place was the portion sizes were so generous, and she could eat her meal and be full at the end of it.