Dayton didn't want to smoke right outside the nursery. Hell, he really wish he hadn't lit a cigarette at all. He was out on the side walk just down from the church, pacing. After a few puffs, the nicotine set in, and he was getting a calm buzz of some sort.
It was then he noticed the car on the corner. It was an old beat up Grand Torino And there was a woman inside it with shades on. Her hair was dark blond and a mess of curls. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but he didn't know why.
He turned, took another drag. Wondering what was he suppose to do. Yes, there was Tony's. But he didn't feel much up to it.
A part of him wished he could ask Ruby if they could go somewhere. It wasn't that he wanted to fuck her, but he would if she asked him too. He just wanted to be with somebody. Somebody, who reminded him of Chris. He guessed. He'd felt OK with her. He just didn't know why.
He shook his head, no. Bad idea. He could kick himself for thinking it. Idiot, he told himself. But he was torn, and he wanted someone to put him back together again. He was oozing here with pity. Dayton could hardly stand himself. He was so weak but needed to be strong.
He looked back at the woman in the car. Staring at him with those shades. It was a pretty shitty car. And he felt like shit. Maybe she felt like shit.
"Hey," he walked across the street toward her car. He didn't even invite himself in. He just got in the passenger side. "Got anything planned?"