𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 [ T.Owens ]

Sober Side of Sorry

Sober Side of Sorry

CONNIE SAT at the hotel picnic table, the sun had set and she wanted nothing but to be alone for the night, and wallow in her own pity. Not even her leftover catfish made the knots in her stomach go away. Why did she do that? Why do I have to be so quick to judge? 

People in cowboy hats walk past her, laughing and smiling. She put holes into her styrofoam box, feeling like a loser in high school all over again. Lunch was always hard eating outside with only her best friend, discussing weather patterns. 

Connie picked up her phone, and texted from Aiden she was letting go unread. It was hard enough dealing with the fact she had been mean for a bad reason, and now coming to terms with it. She didn't want to hear a lecture from him. 

"Dinner for one?" A voice spoke up, her eyes drifted up. He sauntered over to her, his features soft with a pizza box in his hands.  

"Was going to see if you or Kate were hungry." He tells her, she looks down at her white box. "I got catfish." Connie chuckled, and he nodded. 

"I can see that," Tyler says, he sighed turning away. She inhales deeply shaking her head, get it over with. 

"Hey." She spoke, and he turned around. 

"I wouldn't mind some company." Her lips formed a thin line, hoping it seemed friendly. Tyler licked his lips, walking back to her, and sitting on the opposite side of the blue table. 

"You ever had catfish from here?" Connie wondered, he shook his head.

 "Cant say I have." He answered, and she smirked. 

"You are missing out cowboy." She teased, and he raised a brow. "You keep calling me that." Tyler points out, she shrugs. 

"That's what you are right? A cowboy scientist?" Connie wondered, his cheeks' grew warm at her teasing.  

"No you are right, that is what I am." He says. "You want to split it?" She wonders, and he shakes his head.

"I'm alright." He says, she shrugged. 

"Can I ask you though, why you get two of everything?" Tyler wondered, she raised a brow. "How do you know that?" She pondered, her heart racing. 

"On top of having an eye for storms, I'm also observant," Tyler admits, tapping the pizza box with his thumb, she inhaled looking around at the people walking to the rodeo. 

"Two is a good number, you know the saying things come in threes?" Connie explains, he nodded, his eyes focused on her as she knitted her brows. 

"Well, I think that getting two of everything it's stops the bad luck of number three." She says. Tyler smirked at her explanation.

 "So you're saying if you don't get two of anything, something bad will follow ya?" He claried. 

"Basically." Connie agreed, he licked his lip looking at the night sky. "Now that is probably the oddest thing I have heard of." Tyler teased her, she raised her brow.