runaway

SIX | WIFE AND KIDS

SIX | WIFE AND KIDS

A part of her wonders if this is a good idea as she fastens the clasp of the gold necklace. Then again, such has never been a true concern on her behalf. Jett stands in front of the full length mirror, running her hands over the skirt of the little black dress that has seen more than it cares to admit. Her Dr. Martens are already tied as she grabs her phone with a location long disarmed. With keys still laying on the counter, she abandons the four walls temporarily harboring her.

The sun is near descended, cooling the air ever so slightly, as she walks passed tourists and townies alike towards the restaurant selected. The Athens nightlife begins to crawl from the shadows in which it hides during the day, though the rupture of it has hardly begun. With a walk hardly long, much like all places in downtown Athens, Jett approaches the restaurant to find him already stood outside, hands in pockets and watching life take place around him.

"Hey, Charlie," she says, throwing on her infamous smile for which so many fall, including him, and touching his arm to acquire his attention.

"Miss Jett, you look as beautiful as always," Charlie says, truly genuine as he can't help but be. "Are you hungry?"

"Famished," she says, one of the more truthful things she has ever told him.

"Well then, after you." He places his hand on her back to encourage her forward as they step into one of the nicer restaurants in the small town.

Lights moodly dimmed greet them as they enter, a hostess to the left inquiring of their name. He gives it to her, and Jett can hear the weight it holds as the flustered hostess marks them as arrived, collects two menus, and begins to lead them to their table. They walk amongst white tablecloths and black napkins, business deals and date nights, all too lost in their own conversations to notice the two approaching the table left lonesome in the far left corner.

"Your server will be with you shortly," the hostess says, her voice faintly quivering, before quickly turning to hurry back to her designated post for the evening.

"She seems nice," Jett says, making Charlie chuckle.

"So, Miss Jett, what exactly have you been up to these past couple months?" Charlie asks.

She opens her mouth to answer the question she is sure to be necessary yet uninterested conversation. Yet, before she can say anything, a young man approaches the table holding a bottle of water in his hands.

"Good evening," the server greets, pouring water in their empty glasses. "My name is Wes, and I will be your server this evening. Can I interested y'all in anything to drink besides water?"

"We'll take a bottle of Chianti," Charlie says without skipping a beat, not bothering to ask Jett her preference. Jett has never particularly been a fan a red wine, but she nods along without question.

"Alright, I'll have that out in just a moment. Holler if y'all need anything else," Wes says before taking his leave.

Charlie takes a sip of his water before readdressing the interrupted conversation beginning. "So, as you were saying."

"Just this and that. Nothing too exciting," Jett says, answering his previously asked question.

"I rather doubt that," he says.

"Well, apparently adulting can be quite dull if you do it properly," she says.

He nods, understanding completely. "I take it you miss it then."

Jett offers him a smile instead of answering. She wonders what there is to miss when it lies in the past with which she no longer affiliates herself. She takes a sip of her water to conclude the conversation, though someone interrupts her before she could officially instigate the change.