Amber was convalescing and snacking while watching tv as usual on Monday when Kevin Marshall showed up with a half-box of pastries from the donut shop.
"Hi," he said. "Heard you were laid up and maybe could use some company.."
Kevin wasn't a nerd but he wasn't part of the traditional Cheerleader in crowd. But, with no one else showing up and the captivating aroma from the pastry box enticing her Amber decided to let him stay. Almost immediately she grabbed for a jelly filled donut and Kevin knew he'd made a wise move. They chatted and played some board games, then Amber asked what caused him to come by.
"Well, you're smart, I've always liked you and I was hoping you'd let me be a friend," he said.
“Smart? That's not something you normally identify with a cheerleader you know."
"You've gotten among the best grades in every class we've had together," he replied.
Amber knew he was right but surprised anyone had noticed, especially one she’d virtually ignored, although she had no idea why. . Kevin had just seemed retiring and not her type.
"And so what is your GPA?"
"Almost 4.0, but I don't have your acrobatic talent. Mine is music."
"Oh? Do you play the guitar and sing?"
"I can - wind instruments and the piano as well."
"Oh? Wee have a piano. Let's hear you play."
"Sure, " replied Kevin and went to the piano. Without batting an eye he pounded out a three minute medley that had elements of classical, ragtime and rock. Then he said, "now ,let's get serious.”
Closing his eyes he began a Stephan Foster piece, Old Swaneee River, but this time he sang the words as well. At the end he turned to see Amber’s reaction and she applauded sincerely. He was truly a personality I his own right – no wonder he didn’t try to fit in with the cliques.
“That was really good. Would you like to stay for lunch?”
“Happy to – what are we having?”
“I don’t know yet. Usually I order in because I’m not supposed to walk much.”.
“Can I look in the kitchen?”
“Sure – don’t tell me you cook too?”
“A little,” he grinned
Kevin shortly returned and said “sorry, your kitchen isn’t deli-friendly – give me thirty minutes and I’ll be back.
He shortly returned with a large sack. “Now give me twenty minutes more.”
By this time Amber was really getting hungry, but she was also curious.
Finally he emerged with a tray with two plates. Each contained a zfench bread pastrami sandwich with potato salad, chips and a piece of coconut pie for dessert.
“I can do better with more notice,” he remarked as she sate her sandwich with gusto..
“Kevin. This is great – now let me pay you.”
“No charge, I have a job and this is gratis. Just be sure to use the leftovers.”
“Leftovers?”
“Yes. There’s more potato salad and pie plus bread and fixings. Now after I clean up I’ll be going – but can I return?”
“Yes – when?”
Well, is tomorrow too soon?”
“I guess not – we do have those leftovers,” she smiled as he left.
There were still uneaten pastries in the original box – but they were gone along with another slice of the pie by the time Ambers parents got home
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