Dreams

Laughter twinkles in Carson's eyes. "Thank you."

He moves with Jess to pick up the fallen chairs and try to finish cleaning up. It doesn't take too much longer and the cleaning is finally completed. Carson takes a few minutes in the kitchen and the emerges with a strawberry milkshake in one hand, and a vanilla in the other.

Picking a booth, he slides in one side and sets Jess' milkshake down on the other. Sitting sideways with his feet up on the seat, he settles back against the wall and sighs deeply. Tonight had been a nice distraction. It had gotten his mind off of unpleasant topics, and given him something different to think about.

Carson takes a sip of his milkshake, enjoying the cool treat. "Alright, Jess...what's said in here stays in here.... so tell me... what do your dreams look like? No holds barred - anything possible. Where do you want to be in five years?"


Bret takes a sip of water and keeps his gaze down on his plate. "Just an old pal of mine, stopping by. Kind of a pain, actually..."

His voice trails off as a sudden flashback hits him. Maria had confronted him about his so-called friends, and what they'd been doing. He'd skirted around the issue then just like he was now. And that had only contributed to his divorce.

He brings himself back and swallows hard, suddenly his appetite lessening as he stirs his fork around his food. "So... day after tomorrow you want to do something?"