“I’ll look for it,” Casey said with a smile. It was slightly wistful. She wished she was able to get off the island and actually see these places. She just wished that there was some sort of freedom for the kids. Or, you know, the young people. So often she felt like they were trapped.
She managed to give a small smile and as Quinn came around to the idea, the smile got wider, more genuine and excited. Sometimes just grabbing the bull by the horns paid off. Occasionally she got poked by them. But it didn’t matter. Not this time anyway.
“Italian. Alright. When are you free?” Her smile was a grin now, almost childish in her excitement. “And his name’s Chris. You wanna see a picture? At least you’d have a vague idea of what he looks like?” She had one on her cell phone. Along with one of Max that she’d snuck when he’d been asleep. She knew he’d taken a couple of her sneakily. She figured one of him wouldn’t hurt.