They wound up at the water tower and it wasn't until then that Benson questioned what the hell he'd been thinking. This was weird, wasn't it? He shouldn't be bringing his ex-girlfriend to a place that was so...them-centric...not when she had a jealous boyfriend anyone.
Not like I can't take him, he thought grudgingly, but he also didn't want Mallory getting in trouble for their impromptu picnic. Well, not much to be done about that unless she insists on going home.
"Know where we are?" he asked, trying to balance a blanket beneath one arm and the brown paper sack with the other. He had to give Cary a little credit; even though money was tight between them, Madeline had somewhat of an open door policy when it came to friends and family and Benson couldn't imagine another girl being so nonchalant at a relative arriving and expecting an on-the-go lunch whipped out of the air. Cary had chosen well.
They walked to the clearing and they could read the water tower clearly, even if the "Happy Birthday, Mallory" had started to fade a little since her sixteenth birthday.