Sequel to Save me from myself.
Bucky and Lilly finally get together after the blip. Still, there are many things they need to go through before they go on with their wedding plans. The Flag Smashers is one of them, but the other is Bucky's insistent...
Lilly has been overly emotional, and she decides to research why. And how.
Notes:
I wrote this chapter in July/August and researched the sunset time. Here is the website I used, just in case. https://sunrise.maplogs.com/new_orleans_la_usa.77.html
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Although Lillian didn't know her way around the place at all, she wasn't worried about it since she could rely on the GPS to find her way back, so she turned on the radio on a local station to feel less lonely and allowed her eyes to focus on the street ahead of her.
She cruised through New Orleans and appreciated the sights. The small stores adorning the street making her feel at home. The people sitting outside their houses talking with their neighbors and the kids playing with each other despite the hour. The sunset behind the houses painting a beautiful view she made sure to commit to memory. She looked at the time on her phone, and the screen displayed 7:21pm.
In the rare moment the radio caught her attention, she heard the ad for a coffee shop, and the items on the menu made her mouth water. Putting the address on the GPS, she hoped to get there before they closed.
Arriving with time to spare and not to make the workers angry, she ordered pies for her and everyone back in the house. It was the least she could do since she had left so abruptly and in such a rude manner that she was sure she had disrespected them, not to mention how welcoming they had been since the moment they arrived.
She was about to leave the store when a man bumped into her on his way inside. His hair poked in all directions, and the dark circles by themselves told a sad tale. Lillian wanted to ask if there was something she could do to help the clearly distressed man. When she heard him ask for a specific pie and sigh, thankful when the answer was positive, she decided otherwise. From where she stood, she could see tears forming in his eyes, and she wondered what might have happened to make him feel so relieved because of a pie.
Closing the door behind her. She left the man to his problems and opted to focus on her own. With the pies in one hand, she reached for the car key in her pocket but let it fall to the ground. She was about to pick it up when the distressed man got it for her. With a smile on his face, he bid her farewell but seeing his humor change, she decided to sate her curiosity.
"Excuse me." She waited for the man to turn her way. "I'm sorry, I'm just curious, and of course, you don't need to answer, but is everything okay?" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder.
The man laughed and shook his head. "Everything is fine. At least now. My wife has been asking me for this pie for quite a while, and I kept forgetting to buy it. She sent me a text message today with a pie and crying emoji. I was almost home when I remembered and drove all the way back here."
"Ah, I see."
"You know what the complicated part is?" He smiled at her. "She hates this pie. Can't even smell it."
