Page 27 of Cinematic Destinies
Eventually he said, “Well, I hate to ever leave, but we still must make it back down. I think we’ll have worked up quite an appetite for breakfast.”
“Yeah, I’m starving.” She paused before adding, “Roo, this place is unforgettable. I’m glad I saw it with you.”
He smiled. “I’m glad I saw it with you. Come on, last one to breakfast loses.”
“THAT WAS SO GOOD,” GEORGIA RAVED,scraping the last drop of her parfait. “Their homemade granola is delicious. I’m glad I asked them to add it to my usual.”
“Yes, and since I got my eggs scrambled today with a side of sausage, we’re not entirely creatures of habit, which is reassuring.”
“Agreed. Besides, I was starving.”
“Me too. A bit more tea?” he asked, lifting the pot.
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. So, we certainly learned a lot about each other today. And yet . . .”
“Here I thought cream of celery soup was just something Andy Warhol painted. I never knew people actually eat it,” she teased.
“We English don’t exactly have a reputation for fine cuisine. Suppose I didn’t do my countryfolk any favors sharing that little tidbit.”
She giggled. “I’m sorry, I interrupted you. Opportunity to mock and all. What were you saying?”
“That we learned so much about each other, and yet I could ask you a million more questions.”
“Such as?”
“You haven’t mentioned a boyfriend. Are you seeing anyone?”
She shook her head.
“Seems impossible no one has scooped you up. I suppose there’s a long line of those who try.”
She looked down, blushing, and then stared straight into his eyes. “And you? Do you have . . .”
“A girlfriend? No.” He paused for a moment before softly saying, “Georgia . . .” but was interrupted when Ástríður came into the room.
“May I get you two anything else? Some more tea?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you,” Georgia replied.
“Me too. Thank you,” Roo added.
Ástríður collected their dirty dishes and left.
“You were saying?” Georgia asked.
“Oh, uh, I was just going to ask what you plan to do the rest of the day?”
“I thought I’d just hang out in my room for a while. Catch up on my journaling. Maybe work on a new song I’ve been writing. And you?”
“The same. I’ve been feeling so inspired. I have an idea for a new play.”
“That’s great. Ready to head up?” she asked.
He nodded and they both rose. When they got upstairs, Georgia smiled and said, “Well, I guess I’ll see you at dinner. Thanks for a great morning.”
“Yes, thank you. Happy writing.”
