Nothing says love like a basket of hot fries.
Most bears will tell you their favorite place is someplace in the woods or possibly the river. Not me. My favorite place is the Howlin’ Hearth Diner. Sure the food is great, but that’s not the draw. Patrick, their cook, is.
I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been drawn to another. Unfortunately, I don’t think he feels the same. That doesn’t stop me from sitting at the counter and offering fries for a chance to talk to him. Maybe someday he will see that I’m more than the flirt everyone thinks I am. Maybe he’ll see that I’m his.
