Page 81 of Not That Into You

“What?”

I open my mouth but then close it. “Nothing.”

“I can tell you want to ask me something. Just ask.”

I purse my lips. “Okay. I was just curious about who gave you the friendship bracelet.”

“Ah.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Kevin. I volunteered with Big Brothers Big Sisters several years ago. He was my little.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Do you still volunteer with them?”

“No. I got busy with work, and...” He shrugs.

“Life got in the way?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you keep in touch with Kevin?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Cameron sighs. “He was ten when I stopped volunteering.”

“Ah.” Studying Cameron’s frown, I squeeze his hand. “I bet you were a kickass big brother.”

Snorting, he leads me into a deli to order lunch. We then find a bench in a neighboring park to sit and eat.

I watch Cameron unwrap his sandwich. “That Reuben looks good.”

“It’s my favorite.” He glances at my sandwich. “You got the chicken with avocado and pesto?”

“Mm-hmm.” I lick my lips before unwrapping it.

“Wanna go halfsies?”

I look up in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” I’m not going to turn down an opportunity to enjoy two delicious sandwiches rather than just one.

Though whether I can finish them both is another story.

We swap halves and then turn our attention to eating. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I took my first bite.

Cameron polishes off his half of the Reuben and then uses a napkin to wipe up the Russian dressing that inevitably dripped all over his hands. “You did well earlier.”

I finish chewing and swallow. “Hopscotch?”

He chuckles. “No. Pickleball.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

He cocks his head. “You sure you haven’t played before?”

I examine my sandwich to determine the best next bite. “Positive. I did play tennis in high school, however. So that helped.”

He puts down his napkin. “You played tennis?”

I look up from my sandwich. “Yes.”

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