Pulled Over

Palmer was quiet the whole ride and even inside the diner, while she played with her spoon in the vanilla ice cream that they served with the apple pie. 

“Palmer, what’s wrong?” Daisy asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“I finally met Christopher, and when I invited him to join us, he rejected the offer,” she replied, taking a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Daisy chuckled, making Palmer look at her like she was crazy. She looked down at her pie and poked on it until it turned into mush.

“Sweetheart, you just met him and it must have been an overwhelming first day for him. Especially in a new school. Give him some time to need friends.”

“Well, he looks like he needs friends now. And I’m sure I can be a good friend for him, he’s so shy and so quiet. No one is going to hang out with him, you know how my schoolmates are.”

“Well, you can be a little too much, Palmer. Maybe you’re scaring the poor boy. Give..him..time,” Daisy ordered with a firm voice. Palmer sighed and looked out the window, seeing Grace and Christopher pull over at the grocery store across the street. 

“I’ll be back, mom,” she said, getting out of the booth and running across the street, avoiding the honking cars that almost ran her over, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her mission was to talk to Christopher.

“Hello, Christopher!” She greeted him and Christopher let out a deep breath, trying to avoid her. 

“I was wondering if I could make you change your mind about joining us. Maybe your mom can too? That way she can meet my mom, what do you say?” Palmer asked, playing with her hands and giving him a smile. Grace looked at Christopher and then looked at the direction Daisy was. 

“Okay, but we can only for a minute,” she replied as Christopher looked at her with wide eyes. Palmer squealed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the diner. They crossed the street, making sure this time there were no cars coming from each side. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Dr. Melbourne,” she said.

“Likewise, and please, Grace is fine.”

Palmer took the initiative to order a pie for Christopher. He tried to say something, but the waitress had already brought a piece of the delicious warm dessert with some vanilla ice cream. She didn’t know he couldn’t have dairy, but her intention counted. 

“Eat, they’re the best pies in town,” she said, excitedly. Christopher looked at her with his eyebrow raised before he took a bite of the pie. He actually enjoyed the dessert and gave Palmer a smile, but he left the ice cream aside. 

   “Good, right? Why not eat the ice cream too? They make it fresh,” She said, curious to see why he wouldn’t try it. Palmer pressed her lips in a thin line, and Grace noticed her expression.

   “You have to excuse my son. He’s a little shy and until he gets to know someone, he won’t talk much. And he can’t have the ice cream, or any type of dairy,” she mentioned and Palmer mouthed an ‘o’, apologizing to Christopher for almost forcing him to eat it. 

“Well, I am looking forward to hanging out more. My friends too, they are excited about it, especially Faith.”

At the mention of Faith, Christopher winced. That crazy girl was Palmer’s friend and he had enough of her, now to deal with two crazies was too much for him. Grace realized how uncomfortable Christopher was that she decided to cut the meeting short. 

“Well, it was really nice to meet you both, but we have to go. Christopher has to do some yard work and we don’t want the sun to set before then.”

They both bid their goodbyes before they drove off. Palmer looked at their car as it drove into the distance while her mother looked at her with a smile on her face.

“That boy really caught your attention, didn’t he?” She asked and Palmer knew there was no point in denying it.

“Yes, mom. I’m sure in school they will bother him, especially Hunter, so he really needs me,” she replied, confidently. 

“Talking about Hunter, have you decided where to go for your date?” Daisy asked. Palmer rolled her eyes and finished the last of her pie. She dreaded talking about it. 

“It’s not a date. Just a friendly outing, and I’m sure it will be boring. Hunter is not fun, he’s too much of a snob. No matter how nice he says he is,” she replied, making Daisy laugh. They both left the diner and drove back home in silence. Palmer couldn’t help but think of many ways to get Christopher to come out of his shell.

~~~~~~

The ride back home was silent. Grace would steal glances at his son as he looked out the window. 

“Palmer seems like a really good girl, don’t you think?” She asked, breaking the silence. Christopher shrugged his shoulder before he looked at her. 

“She does, but she scares me, mom. When I was taking my things out of my locker, she appeared out of nowhere. Who does that to a total stranger?” He asked, making Grace chuckle.

“Well, maybe someone who took interest in you. Have you thought of that? And I really liked her. How about we invite her and her friends over one day? Maybe get out of that shell you’ve been living in for years. That’s what I want for you, to be happy and to be able to rely on someone.

“Mom, please stop. All I want is to finish this year in peace. If that means, go through it alone and with no one to bother me, it will be much better.”

Grace was so distracted talking to Christopher that she didn’t realize she had run a stop sign. The sheriff’s car that was on the side of the road pulled her over.

“Oh, no. What did I do?” She asked as she stopped her car. Grace could see in the rearview mirror at the officer walking their way. 

“Hello, ma’am. May I see your license and registration?” He asked and she quickly looked for the documents, but when she looked up to see who it was, she realized it was Thomas. 

“Hello, Thomas. Is there something wrong?”

“It’s Sheriff Fisher to you Mrs. Melbourne,” he said, making her frown. He had been really nice and even shared some breakfast with her, but she couldn’t blame him for wanting to act professional in this case.

“May I ask why you pulled me over?” She said, putting her hands on the steering wheel and tapping nervously on it with her fingers. Christopher was still silent, listening to the whole conversation.

“Did you realize you had run a stop sign just a mile back?” He asked, taking her information and writing it down on his board. 

“I’m sorry officer...”

“Sheriff,” he corrected her, not looking straight into her eyes. The aviator glasses were hiding the serious expression he had on his face. Grace was biting her bottom lip so as to not say anything smart.

“Sheriff. I’m sorry, my son and I were having a conversation and I got distracted. Didn’t notice the stop sign. Could you please, let this one slide? I can’t afford a traffic ticket right now.” 

He stayed silent while Grace looked back at Christopher, who leaned against the seat, looking out the window. Thomas put his glasses down to his nose while looking at her with those deep blue eyes. 

“I will let the lady out of paying this fine. If she would do me the honor to have dinner with me,” he said, giving her a smile. The kind of smile only a cowboy can give, the one that could make any lady swoon. And right now, that is what Grace was feeling.

“Mom, you should accept the offer so we can go home, please,” Christopher finally said, pulling Grace from her thoughts. 

“Um...sure, dinner sounds nice. I can cook for you.”

“No, how about I invite you to my house and cook for you? I make a mean steak,” he replied, handing her back the documents he had asked for. She nodded in agreement. Thomas patted the roof of the car and let them go, walking with a content smile. At his age, he still had it to pursue a lady, and this specific lady had caught his attention from the very first moment he stepped into her yard. 

They arrived home and Christopher left the car, slamming the door as he stomped into the house. He headed to his room and locked the door.

“Christopher, darling. I will make some dinner while you work on the yard,” his mother said from behind the door and all she got was silence. She decided to let him be and come out of the room when he felt okay. 

Christopher was looking out the window at the yard after he changed into some old clothes before he headed out to work on it. The lawnmower he found was older than him, and it took some time to turn it on. His father taught him how to work one every time they went to their summer house on the hills.

With some quick cleaning and a lot of beating, the machine made that victorious sound and in just a short time, he mowed the grass. 

Grace called him soon for dinner after Christopher gave the yard one more look. Satisfied with the results, he walked in and took a shower before he sat down for dinner. A sudden smile unconsciously escaped his lips, remembering how crazy Palmer was, and how he knew he had to see her every day. There was no escaping her.