Another Parking Lot Session

“Your silence speaks volumes,” Jack said, then glanced at me. “With you, it’s what you don’t say that gives you away, Kicks.” A Sudden Frost.

Another parking lot session yesterday. Too short, but I was tired and only had an hour. I was reading away, making small changes, deleting, adding, when I must've felt eyes on me because I pulled my gaze away from my laptop and scanned the area. I locked eyes with a young woman sitting in a pick-up truck the next row over, watching me. She was smoking a cigarette and when she noticed that I'd caught her watching, she grinned and lifted a hand in greeting.

I smiled back, then remembered that I needed to watch the time. I glanced at the clock on the dash and blinked. Wow. Good thing she was watching me because I'd have gone over my allotted time for that particular session. My fella had somewhere he had to be.

It was a strange experience. My head was still in the book when I noticed her watching, so it was like one scene superimposed over another.

Daddy has the bean for a bit, so I'd better get back to it.