Six years ago, Rey Adams thought she had finally life figured out. Having broken away from her past, her life is irrevocably altered when she meets, a man who is the first person to treat her with kindness and respect. Six years later they're engage...
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The serenity that small towns offered in exchange for the hustle and bustle of bigger cities was something that Ben had completely forgotten. After spending much of his life being Hell bent on getting out of Boulder it only took a willing second for him to realize deep down, that he actually missed the small town life – despite the memories that it withheld.
Boulder was a place where if one could only allow their senses to stretch beyond the aromas, stemming from local cafes and diners down the shopping precinct on Pearl Street, they may be lucky enough to catch the faint smell of fresh pine drifting through the breeze from fir trees far off in the distance. It was indisputably, a nice change from the burning odors of car exhaust that immersed in dense smog of LA's atmosphere.
Having spent nearly a decade, catering to the demanding schedule of his career and enduring the vivacious city life, Ben began to rediscover what it was like to live life on the down low within his hometown: a change of pace that he didn't realize he needed until now.
All of which he was able to take into consideration from his chosen seat at the high-rise table, specifically next to a single dogwood tree on the patio of Centro Mexican Kitchen to wait for his mother's arrival.
Other than having seen Leia at the funeral, it appeared reasonable enough when Ben agreed to meet her for dinner. Considering, that it had been years since they'd carried on a suitable conversation with one another, specifically face-to-face.
Having avoided answering Leia's calls and texts during time away from photo shoots it felt lamentable that their long-awaited reunion had been at a funeral; which had also been very brief at the time given the misfortunate circumstances.
It never occurred to Ben that he'd unwittingly chosen the restaurant they attended together on rare occasions as a family until he pressed 'send,' replying back to Leia's message later on that morning.
Envious of happy families that were crowding the walkways around him, Ben's thoughts settled on times where Han had been home on leave and Leia hadn't been entirely entangled in work-related affairs. Those always stemmed enough cause for celebration of its own if he derisively supposed.
More so the evenings where arguments failed to spike between his mother and father – even between himself and Han as Ben grew older; which had become rarer over time as Han always managed to stroke Ben's developing, short-fused temper.
Gradually, with time the restaurant became the retreat for family outings, simply for its unique charm in setting: strands of white lights draped over the steel beams of the business' exterior awning and over the bar window that overlooked the patio. Rows of pumpkin-orange umbrellas, matching the exterior paint of the building's spackle provided limited shade along the patio's iron fencing where baskets hung embossed with red geraniums.
