Getting to Know Him

Evie

It was a fairly cool morning, or as cool as it could be on a summer day in southern California. I appreciated the shade that made it comfortable to sit outside while listening to birds and the happy sounds of kids enjoying nature.

“What about you?” he asked.

I turned to look at him, taking in the profile of the man that had caught my interest. “What about me?”

“You’re a party planner. How did you get to be that?”

The way he said it made it sound like it was a dirty word. “That?” I said with a laugh. “I think I always knew that I loved parties. Didn’t you like parties as a kid?”

“I don’t think I remember a lot of parties when I was a kid.”

“Birthday parties?” I questioned.

He slowly shook his head. “No. Not really. I think we had one for my younger brother when he turned five, but that’s about it.”

That struck me as odd. I couldn’t imagine a childhood with no parties. “Did you ever go to parties?”

“I went to a few homecoming parties.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Not a kegger. I mean a pa