“My parents would have bragged about you to everyone within hearing distance, including their cats and dogs,” Dax said. “That’s how they were with me. Still are, actually.”
“Were they at all your sports events?”
“Hell, yeah. Front and center. Those were crazy times.” He smiled, his eyes going distant with memories.
“I’m happy that you had that. I learned to be independent at a young age, since I didn’t really fit in with my over-achieving siblings, so I’m pretty self-contained. I guess that’s partly why I have tunnel vision sometimes.”
“Focus isn’t a bad thing, but knowing how to relax is good, too.” He set aside his empty cup. He grinned. “I’m more than happy to help you out with that.”
I smiled. “I bet.” The server brought the bill, and Dax paid for our meal.
“What do you want to d
