fandomtownies | The park, Friday afternoon

Roland was usually a coffee kind of guy rather than a soda drinker, but he'd take either over any sort of tea, and today, he'd decided to swing by the Quick Stop for his daily caffeine fix instead of the Perk. Only to find them out of coffee. He'd grabbed the first bottle of soda he found instead, and didn't realize until he was getting himself set up for an afternoon of busking that it said "Share a Coke with Rebecca" on the side of it.

He'd gotten pretty good at not missing his old friend too much -- especially now he was living somewhere so chock full of distractions -- but every now and then, the grief still blindsided him. He wondered if she was keeping an eye on him now. He wondered what she and Evan got up to in the Light.

He wondered if the woman she became when her brain damage was reversed would even like him, very much.

"Alright," he said aloud, lifting the bottle in a toast and taking a sip before setting it aside to tune the guitar. "I probably can't actually share the soda, but here's a song for you." He felt like an idiot and an ass. "You know. If you're paying attention."

And he struck up Rebecca's favorite, a folk-style song about the adventures of a unicorn. The sun peeked out from a cloud as he played, warming his shoulders, and he couldn't help but smile. Yeah. Maybe she didn't hate him too much.

[ooc: because the random coke I got at Dunkin Donuts today says "Rebecca", and Roland doesn't get out to play often enough. Open!]