Lauren smoothed her short hair and said lovingly, "Good Luck then

Wesley stopped at a few more houses and said his goodbyes. Blair didn't get out of the car because these people were strangers to her.

Some of them were Wesley's relatives and some were higher-ups in the military.

After all, he didn't often return to his hometown, and he needed to show respect to those who Loved him since he was a boy

Blair usually got a little carsick in a bus, but felt much better riding in a private car. She fell asleep while the car sped along the expressway. Two hours Later, she woke up and was more than a little hungry.

She tilted her head to look at the back seat. A few bags of snacks were lying quietly there. Cecelia wanted to make sure they wouldn't go hungry on the way back.

“Could you stop at the next rest stop?"

“Why? Need anything?"

“No..." Blair moved her eyes away from the snacks and sat up straight.

He threw her a sidelong glance.

"Not sleepy now?"

"No." She just wanted to eat something. Her mouth watered when she thought of the mangosteens, macadamia nuts, dried mango slices, dried durian slices, candied dates, beef jerky, chocolates... And she wanted something to drink, too. But she felt embarrassed to tell Wesley that, so she lowered her head to play on her phone, trying not to think of the delicious food.

Wesley knew she must need something, though she wouldn't say. So he decided to take a break at the next service area.

Shortly, he pulled the car into the parking Lot. As he turned it off he asked, "Need a restroom?"

Blair shook her head.

"No. Go ahead."

Wesley nodded, "I need a cigarette.

They got out of the vehicle. Wesley leaned against the car door and was about to light up when Blair said, “Um...I could really go for a few mango slices..."

"So that's it. She's snacky, ' he realized. Cecelia had covered the back seat with some newspaper and put all the food there, tucking the drinks on the floor. All kinds of delicious smells mixed and floated in the air of the car.

“Then get some. I'll wait." He moved a few steps away from the car and began to smoke.

Blair joyfully opened the back door and took out one of the bags. As she picked out the snacks she wanted to eat, she asked the man, “Want some dried fruit?"

“No, thanks." He didn't really like those sorts of snacks.

After a minute, she asked again, "Maybe some beef jerky?"

“No, thanks."

"Coke?"