Parker stepped out of the building, looking back at Eliot.
“I was just hoping you did. It’s nice having something be the same as things were in Boston. And I like your food.” She smiled a little. Parker liked being friends with Eliot for lots of reasons and his cooking was a kind of plus. Though she enjoyed a diet of Rocket O’s and fortune cookies, variety was a nice thing to have in one’s life.
“Do you have friends here?” It was easy to get back in the habit of asking questions. Parker was inquisitive by nature and, though she suspected that asking too much wasn’t something that gets a person well-liked, the inquiries just kept rolling off of her tongue.