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.”
