Motivation of Memories: The Second Book of the Labors of Love Series

Morning Light

Prince's POV

"Welcome to the land of the living." I smile as Genevieve takes her seat beside me at breakfast. She stretches lightly and looks around at our plates before putting her head in her hands.

"Want me to make you a plate?" I ask around a bite of oatmeal.

"I need more than some undercooked eggs and dry toast."

"What do you want?"

"A steak."

"Damn, G. Talk about expensive taste." Andre says picking up his bagel.

"I'll be back." She says standing up. I reach for her hand, holding it tight.

"Where you going?"

"To find a more suitable breakfast."

"Go get dressed. I'll take you."

"Okay." She sighs walking away.

"Where you gonna take her?"

"I don't know. I was just gonna drive around until something sounded good to her."

"Drive?! You rented a car?" Miko yells.

"Where'd you go last night?" Andre asks sitting back in his seat accusingly.

"I went to a bar."

"You went to a bar after all that shit you talked about G?"

"Now, hold on a minute. It ain't even like that. I was checking out this late night concert slot."

"What do you mean?"

"They were looking for bands to perform after midnight."

"And you signed us up?"

"No I was gonna talk to everybody first but I think it could be good for us. We could play the shit we want to play and maybe Genevieve will finally be able to sleep."

"You know this ain't about her sleep."

"It's not but a man can dream."

"Was it really that bad last night?"

"No, it wasn't. She slept like a baby. I just don't want to encourage that habit."

"I get it. You want me to spread the word? See if people are interested in the extra concerts?"

"Yea. Just see what people think."

"Alright." He looks up from his food and gestures to something behind me. I turn around and see Genevieve in a bright windbreaker tracksuit and simple sneakers. She pulled her straight but curled hair back into a weird ponytail and put on my extra pair of sunglasses.

"Ready, Genny babe?"

"Yes, I'm starving. We'll see you all later." She says waving to everyone and heading to the back entrance.

I say my goodbyes and follow after her. She hands me the car keys once we get to the back parking lot. Together we get in the car.

"I'm just gonna drive. You tell me when to stop." I say pulling out of the parking spot.

The drive is full of conversation. That's good. It means she's feeling more like herself. She's awake and engaged, and still a little tipsy. I missed talking to her in the morning.

"Oooo, let's go there!"

"You sure? I doubt they'll sell you steak."

"Probably not but I know whatever I get, it'll be good." I pull into the old diner and she excitedly leaves the car. We walk in and a young waitress looks our way. Unenthusiastically, she tells us to sit wherever we'd like. We have a seat in a booth at the far corner of the diner.