I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

Tough Luck

This chapter is...I don't know, kinda random. I just needed to write something, so here it is. Hope you'll like it, please, let me know what you think :)

CHAPTER 9 - TOUGH LUCK

SILVIA'S POV

"Seriously? You've never come here?" Ryan asked for the third time.

I laughed as I sat down at the corner booth. "No, really. I'm not much of an ice cream person."

He frowned as he sat in front of me. "Yeah, but I mean, this is not just ice cream. This is the best ice cream ever!" He's cute when he's excited about something. A lovely, cute, innocent boy.

Cue my internal laugh. Yeah, as if such a specimen could exist. Nobody is innocent. Not even a child. Any child has been one time or another up to something he shouldn't have, hence, he's not innocent. Human beings are corrupted per se, aren't they?

Yet, when I spend the weekend laughing and chatting with this particular boy, I feel like, well, maybe humans are not all rotten. There's some hope deep down somewhere. But I suppose I'm biased. One, because I like Ryan. He's sweet and kind and ... not complicated at all. Two, because, well, he's Violet's favorite grandson, and believe me, there's no better character witness than Violet O'Neill.

"Yeah, well, I'm here to taste it, aren't I?" I chuckled.

Ryan rolled his eyes, but flagged down the waitress. He's insisted so much on taking me to this ice cream parlor, who was I to refuse? After all, he's gifted me with the most carefree weekend I've ever had in a long, long, long time, I owed him at least this, don't you think?

He ordered his ice cream, then turned to me expectantly. Watching his handsome face, I shrugged with a smile. "Choose for me."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat and ordered a couple of flavors that had me grimace, but he assured me they'd taste like Heaven. I suppose I can trust him at least with ice cream, can't I? I've trusted him enough to ride in his car and be alone with him at his grandma's, I can trust him with ice cream flavors.

"What time's the flight?" I asked while Ryan checked his messages. I think I can be mostly sure he's never once touched his phone in my presence, which, in such an era like hours, can be counted as gentleman gesture. Not that this here is a date, of course. I simply spent a carefree weekend with a friend, and I can't deny I'm sad that he must leave in a few hours.

Ryan grimaced, putting down the phone. "In three hours." He groaned. "Ugh, I wish I could stay longer."

I chuckled. "Well, your boss wouldn't like it."

"Mmh. It's a bummer, though."

"I know."

He offered me a sweet smile of his, that ... lopsided smile that somehow manages to convince me he's a good guy. I wonder how does he pull it off. "Will you miss me?" He wondered, hopeful.

"Hardly." I chuckled when he pouted. "I mean, you text me every two hours, Rye, I can hardly miss you because hardly you make me feel your absence."

He grinned like a child caught red-handed stealing his grandma's cookies, which little Ryan did, by the way. "Well, that's the plan. I get you used to my presence, that way you won't be able to do without me anymore."

"Oh, really? And what tells you that'll work?"

"You're here, aren't you?"

"So?"

"So ... you spent your weekend with me. You didn't have to."

"You came here for me, I was kinda bound to entertain you."