Facade of Love

Chapter 306 The Warmth of Ordinary Life

For someone stuck in a hospital room, the idea of getting out for a walk was something to really look forward to.

As for taking Charlie out to eat, I could not think of anywhere special off the top of my head, so I picked a place I liked to go on any given day.

Charlie had insisted on ditching Inch and the bodyguard for the day inside the restaurant, so we snagged a table by the window. The view was killer–Polaris River sliced right through Lake City, with people kayaking and the sidewalks bustling with life under the bright lights.

As we browsed the menu, Charlie finally tore his eyes away from the scene and asked, “Do you like this?”

I nodded, watching the street vendors and the chill crowd wandering by. “It’s so lively,” I said.

He flashed a quick grin and agreed, “Yeah, it’s got that special buzz.”

Mid–conversation, Charlie’s attention drifted to a mom and her kid at the cotton candy stand below. The little guy, who was maybe five or six, was totally spellbound by the rainbow of sugary fluff and glued to the spot.

“That stuff will glue your teeth together. We’ll have something way better at home,” the mom probably said, trying to pry her kid away, thinking about the impending sugar rush.

The kid, however, was having none of it, his eyes glued to the cotton candy. He begged, “It won’t stick. Let’s just get one!”

tried to haul him off, yet the kid must have tapped

a loud crash, the table toppled over as

for onlookers. The vendor flipped out, glaring at the mother–son pair who had been on the

plopped

too frazzled to soothe him, scrambled to

I’m not trying to be hard on you. My cotton candy costs two bucks a stick, and I can’t sell the ones you guys knocked to the floor now. Pay me what they cost, and since the syrup is

the drama and checked out the dishes on the table. Before we could dig in, this ear–splitting yell came from downstairs, “Fifteen? Are you kidding me? Do you think you can scam over a few sticks of cotton candy?

boss to respond. She just grabbed the kid sitting on the ground and stormed

and tumbling

making any sense. I’m trying to be reasonable here, but you’re not listening. Do I need to call the cops or what?”

down, and I already said sorry. What is this stuff even worth? It’s all junk food. I haven’t even reported you for selling bad food, which is me being nice. Now you want me to

but laugh, blocking her path, “Fine; report me. But you’ll wait here while I call the cops, and we’ll sort this out

whipped out his phone,

woman plopped down on the ground and started wailing like her heart was being torn out, accusing the boss

had been casually strolling by, to stop and gather around. With

sorts of delicious dishes, and I slid the window shut to