Eighty

Martha

“Morgan? Is that you?” My mouth parted open slightly in shock. It felt like I was hallucinating for a second and I wanted to confirm.

He chuckled in that rich voice of his. “It’s me in the flesh,”

“What are you doing here? How did you know we were here?” Alex laughed, pulling him in for a bro hug, to which Morgan responded accordingly.

“A little bird told me you were in this town, so I had to come in and check for myself if it was really you. Turns out it is,” he explained.

“As for why I’m here, that’s a really long story,” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well good thing we have more than enough time here,” Alex jokingly said. “Please come in, we have some tin cookies for you,”

“Yum,” Morgan replied amusedly, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “If I must say, Martha, you’re glowing more than I last saw you,” he complimented, causing me to blush furiously.

“Oh, you flatter me too much,” I replied, red faced.

“Hey, that’s my mate, you know?” Alex cut in, playfully acting jealous.