Duffle Bag Blues

She had said no to every ride he suggested. Even as they sat people watching, she was only picking at her soft pretzel to be polite.

"Not hungry?" Parker asked.

"I'm off bread," Opal shrugged. "You know, one of those thirty-day challenges."

"Must be hard when you work so close to a bakery. I know it would be for me."

"Right, my sister said you work at Walmart."

Parker smiled. "District manager actually."

Opal's eyebrows rose. "Ok, Mr. District Manager..."

"I noticed an arcade back a little ways... Interested?"

A wicked smile spread across Opal's red stained lips. "You're on."