Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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There was this charm about Seattle.
There was the way the afternoon skies could be strewn about with all the colors of the spectrum, attempting to be exposed beneath the shrouds of grey after an intense rainstorm.
There was the mere fact that somehow, someway, you'll find yourself connecting with someone in the most obscure of instances without ever really trying to.
Nevertheless, she was free. Free from married people and parents-to-be; free from all the things that were once promised to her not too long ago. She didn't need to dwell on that though.
Greta was here in this truck with a stranger she felt she had known for years now based on the small mentions and happy expressions Kelly would occasionally garner at the thought of him.
Even still, Eli Clayton had remained so much of a mystery to her. Everything about him was new. From his muscles, to his face, to even the way his teeth sparkled like he carried starlight in his smile, there was a lot that could make her curious.
And with that curiosity, came natural invigoration. Sitting beside him, she tried to get used to being in the passenger seat of someone else's car. But with that process, came the act of losing herself in her own thoughts. And so she saved herself from that by taking notice of the soft rock and banjos mingling viciously on his radio. "What is this, exactly?"
"What, that music?"
"Mhm."
"Oh," Eli started, raising only one of his hands free from the steering wheel to caress the bushy hairs across the edge of his face, as though he had to ponder on the answer before giving it. "Mumford and Sons, I think."
To that, Greta scoffed. "Oh... Wow." Then suddenly, in a rather bold and obnoxious rigger, she tried her best to imitate some gargling unison of an Irish and British accent. "Ah'lright then mate! Guess we bet'ah put on our wool vest and scream mighty soft ova' some banjos!"
He let out a roaring laugh that made her consider a possible career moonlighting as a stand up comedian. And as he laughed, she quickly did the same. "You got me fucked up if you think I'm finna let you besmirch my favorite band in my car."
"Oh these guys are your favorite?" She teased. "Lemme out right at this stop. I'd rather get in that white van behind us right now."
"You ain't funny."
"Oh baby, I'm hilarious!" Greta taunted further, though found a tinge of guilt in the way she simply thrown baby at him. "Anyways... I can't believe we've only met now. Were you at the wedding?"
Eli shook his head before pulling up to a red light. "Nah. I heard how they did that shit though, all sudden and quick."
