“How’s your sandwich?” my mom asked Margie after she took her first bite.
“It’s really yummy,” she said. Then she took another bite and made an exaggerated “mmm” noise.
The three of us laughed.
I hadn’t been to Sunshine’s in quite a while and had forgotten just how amazing their food really was.
“Have you ever been here?” I asked Margie.
She shook her head no. “I like it though.”
I smiled at her. “We’ll have to come back again.” She nodded her head.
After we finished eating our sandwiches, Margie helped me pick out a sandw
ich for Justin.
“What do you think your daddy will like?” I asked her.
“He likes club sandwiches. I think,” she said and the look on her face told me she wasn’t really sure what to get him.
“What makes you think that?” I asked.
“He ordered it once and said he liked it.”
“Let’s order him one, then,” I said.
Margie nodded her head, and I put the order in. It took fifteen minutes for them to prepare the sandwich. My dad complained about how the service wasn’t that good, but I figured they were just busy. Besides, I was enjoying the time I got to spend with Margie.
“It was a lovely lunch, dear,” my mom said and gave me a hug before she bent down to give Margie a hug. “It was wonderful seeing this little cutie again.”
Margie blushed.
“Thanks for coming to lunch. Tell Justin we’re sorry we missed him,” my dad said and gave me a hug. He then gave Margie a hug before the two of them headed toward their car.
“Do you think Daddy’s done yet?” Margie asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure, but we can go find out,” I said and grabbed her hand.
We made our way back toward the gym. We walked slowly, enjoying looking in the windows of the various shops and businesses that were around the area.
We got to a dress shop, and Margie paused to stare at the dresses. “They’re all so pretty,” she said in awe. Her voice was day-dreamy, and I knew she wanted one.
“Do you want to go look?” I asked her.
“Can we?”
“Yeah, let’s go inside,” I said.
I put Justin’s sandwich in my bag, and we walked into the shop. It was a small dress boutique. The dresses were for little girls, so I had never actually been inside before.
“Hello. How are you?” asked an older lady. I figured she was the store owner or manager. She put down a magazine of sorts and came out from behind the counter.
“Hey. We’re good,” I said.
“Are you shopping for anything in particular today?” she asked.
“I think we’re just looking, but thank you.”