“Where’s the McDonalds?” I jokingly ask as we get out of the truck, and I grab my camera and backpack.
“About forty-five minutes that way.” He points behind us.
My mouth practically falls to the sidewalk. “Forty-five minutes? Holy crap. Though their salty fries just might be worth it.” Being from California means everything is within reach. Hell, I don’t even have to leave my apartment now that apps allow you to order food and have it delivered.
“We have a diner and a grocery store. If you can’t find food there, then you starve. Welcome to real life country living, sweetheart.” He chuckles, and I follow him as he starts walking.
“No wonder you guys are all so fit. There’s no terrible food to tempt you late at night.”
Being a size twelve in a city like LA makes me an outcast among all
