He rested his chin on the top of her head. She pressed her cheek to his chest.
Eddie ordered a beer he didn’t want and slid onto the stool two seats away.
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
Except he knew the reason. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.
“So are you.”
“I still think about you,” she whispered.
She didn’t say it back. She just picked up her glass, took a slow sip, and watched him walk out into the rain. Bruce Springsteen-Sad Eyes mp3
Inside, the jukebox was playing something slow. Something with a pedal steel guitar that sounded like regret. He spotted her at the far end of the bar, alone, tracing the rim of a highball glass with her finger. She hadn’t changed the way he’d feared she would. Same dark hair, same way of holding her shoulders like she was bracing for a wave to hit.
Back in his truck, he sat for a long time before turning the key. The radio flickered on—some late-night station playing old Springsteen. A bootleg live cut. A song he hadn’t heard in years. He rested his chin on the top of her head
Marie laughed—a dry, quiet sound. “There’s no dance floor.”
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He rested his chin on the top of her head. She pressed her cheek to his chest.
Eddie ordered a beer he didn’t want and slid onto the stool two seats away.
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
Except he knew the reason. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.
“So are you.”
“I still think about you,” she whispered.
She didn’t say it back. She just picked up her glass, took a slow sip, and watched him walk out into the rain.
Inside, the jukebox was playing something slow. Something with a pedal steel guitar that sounded like regret. He spotted her at the far end of the bar, alone, tracing the rim of a highball glass with her finger. She hadn’t changed the way he’d feared she would. Same dark hair, same way of holding her shoulders like she was bracing for a wave to hit.
Back in his truck, he sat for a long time before turning the key. The radio flickered on—some late-night station playing old Springsteen. A bootleg live cut. A song he hadn’t heard in years.
Marie laughed—a dry, quiet sound. “There’s no dance floor.”
