"Are you doing okay?"
I scowled again and waved his question away. "What do you want?"
"Umm...here are some flowers." Devyn set the bouquet down on the counter, not bothering to ask if I had a vase to put them in. "Yeah...er...is there anything else I can do for you?"
I felt bad for making Devyn uncomfortable, but there was no helping it. If I had to be in the pits, then the whole world would go down with me. End of story. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, only half-trying to look impatient. The other half of me wanted Devyn to stay. I wanted to talk to somebody who would listen without asking lots of questions.
"I'll take that as a no," Devyn muttered, running a hand through his hair. Poor guy. He was probably perplexed at my behavior.
"Wait, Devyn, no," I said, breaking out of my grumpiness. "Actually, there is something you can do for me. Can you take me to fast food or something? There's nothing good to eat around here. It's all organic or Asian or health food junk, and I don't like any of it."
Devyn's lips flickered into a smile. "Yeah, sure. I'd love to take you somewhere. Where would you like to go?"
I'm not cheerful yet, buddy, I thought with a twinge of bitterness. "What do you like?"
"I like organic or Asian or health food junk," Devyn said with a wink, and I actually laughed. I reached over and slapped him jokingly. "Okay, okay, I surrender. Wherever you want to go is fine with me!" Devyn said, raising his hands.
"I feel like eating something loaded with grease or sugar. Or maybe both."
"I know the perfect place, if you don't mind a sit-down restaurant," Devyn said. "Have you ever been to Evalyn's?"
I shook my head. "I've seen it, but it looks like a really dirty place. I've never been there." Crossing my arms, I raised my eyebrows. "Does the food taste good?"
"It's loaded with grease or sugar. Or both."
I laughed again, finally feeling a little light-hearted since the whole fiasco since Dakota had attempted suicide. I insisted on driving to Evalyn's, and Devyn was smart enough not to argue with me. As soon as the car roared to life, the music I'd been blaring almost blasted our eardrums. I laughed. Devyn grimaced good-naturedly.
As soon as we got to Evalyn's, Devyn returned to being the perfect gentleman, opening the door for me and pulling out my chair for me to sit down. After we'd ordered chicken fingers and French fries - "They're practically dripping with grease," Devyn told me - I leaned back in my chair.
"You know, this place is like a rat's nest. It's so dirty and unkempt. How on earth did you ever end up coming here the first time?"
"One of my friends' girlfriends worked here. As a result, he always wanted to come here when we hung out. Needless to say, it got a little old. I haven't been here in awhile until today."
Our conversation was light-hearted until the food arrived. As I dug into my pile of French fries, Devyn raised his eyebrows. "So. What's really going on in your mind?"
"Alot of stuff," I responded, leaning over to take a sip of my Pepsi. "Stuff you probably don't want to here."
Devyn shook his head. "I want to hear whatever you want to tell me."
At Devyn's kind words, I nodded. "Okay, then. I'm warning you, I don't have the presence of mind to formulate my thoughts completely. My ramblings might not make sense."
Devyn nodded back. "Try me."