On Tuesday, when Cooper showed up after school to help his dad at a job site - he’d been hired as a part-time laborer by his dad’s boss - Greta was waiting for him.
“What are you doing here?” Cooper asked when he saw her walking towards him.
Greta laughed and shook her head. “Why do you always ask the same question when you see me anywhere but behind the bar at the Beer Barrel?”
Cooper grabbed his hardhat, work gloves, and tool belt out of the trunk of the Challenger.
“I guess because I wonder why you’re where you are when I see you out from behind the bar,” was his convoluted answer.
Greta stopped right in front of Cooper.
“The answer is the same as it was Saturday night.”
It was Cooper’s turn to laugh.
“You heard a bunch of high school kids were having an anti-prom party here at the construction site so you thought you’d check it out?”
Greta rolled her eyes.
“I came here because I wanted to see you. Dawson told me you’d be working here today after school.”
“I thought you didn’t want to see me again, after the other night. That’s what you wrote in your note. If that’s how you felt, why are you here?”
“You didn’t tell me you were going to move out of your folks’ house,” Greta challenged him, instead of answering his question directly.
Cooper tilted his head. “ I didn’t know I was going to until my mother lit into me the minute I walked in the door Sunday morning. I’m confused, though. Why would my moving out of my house bring you out here to see me?”
“Where are you staying?” Greta asked, completely ignoring Cooper’s question.
“I’m staying in the spare room at my friend Philip’s house, why?”
Greta reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. “Go by Philip’s house after work, get your things, and go to my apartment. If I only get to have a month with you before you go off to defend King and country, you might as well stay with me until you leave.”
“We don’t have a King, you know,” Cooper reminded her.
“Just shut up and take the key. After you move your stuff into my apartment, and you’ve had a shower, come to the Beer Barrel. I’m working six to close tonight.”
“I’ve got school tomorrow, and I’ve got homework. I won’t be able to stay until close.”
Greta reached up and touched his cheek. “Then you’d better be in my bed when I get home, Cooper, or you’ll be in big trouble.”