The rest of the day went normal for both Reba and Brock, and the rest of the town of Ashbourne. Reba's shift ended at two that afternoon because that was when another girl who worked at the diner came to work. Reba grabbed her purse and her jacket as she then walked out of the diner. Walking down the road back to her apartment was something that she did every day after she was finished working. She didn't live but roughly two blocks away from the diner so Reba saw no reason to drive to work. Although she walked to and from work every day, this day was different. Today not too long after she started walking home someone gave her some company.
Reba stopped in her tracks when she heard someone saying hey from behind her. She turned around and saw who she knew as the mayor's son. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Hart." Reba said softly when she saw who it was. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be talking to him, after all Liz was awfully protective of him even though he was a grown man.
When Brock reached Reba he looked at her and smiled softly. "There's no need to apologize. You served my daughter and me this morning and I wanted to thank you for being so nice to my daughter." Brock said softly as he could see the shock on Reba's face. What he had said must not have been what the petite red head thought he would be saying to her, and he couldn't blame her for thinking that. Although he didn't know who this woman was, he knew that there was a very good chance that she knew who he was since the mayor was his mother. "Hey." Brock said softly with a smile. "My names Brock. Brock Hart."
Reba smiled softly at Brock and shook his hand when he stuck his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hart. Although you didn't need to introduce yourself." Reba said with a soft giggle. "You're the mayor's son. My name's Reba McKinney." Reba said softly as she looked up at him, the two still hadn't stopped shaking hands. The shaking had stopped but their hands were still touching. "That's my job, besides your daughter was a sweetheart. She reminds me of my daughter, only Kyra isn't as old as her." Reba said softly as she noticed Brock was still looking down at her smiling. It was something that she didn't expect from the son of the mayor, because the last thing Mayor Hart would ever do is have a nice, friendly conversation where she smiled at Reba.
Brock chuckled when Reba responded. He noticed that she was a little feisty. "Well, it's nice to meet you Mrs. McKinney." Brock said with a smile as his eyes were locked with Reba's. "My daughter Cheyanne told me after we left how much she liked you. She said that there was a part of you that reminded her of her mother." Brock said softly as they finally released their hands from their long hand shake.
"It's Ms." Reba said softly. "I'm not married. Kyra's father proposed to me when I was about five months pregnant but when Kyra was six months old her father passed away after a tragic car accident." Reba said softly trying to avoid the thought of Kyra's father. She had moved on since then because she knew that's what he would've wanted her to do. "Cheyanne's very pretty. You and your wife must be very proud of her."
Brock looked at Reba and could tell a sense of pain when she talked about her previous fiancé. "I'm sorry to hear about Kyra's father. Cheyanne's mom passed away a few years ago. She was in a car accident as well. She was trying to go to McAlester and as she was approaching the city line she lost control of the wheel and smashed into a tree." Brock said softly as he could see the sadness on Reba's face. He knew that she didn't mean to bring up any old pain, and Brock didn't have to tell her about what happened to Cheyanne's mother but he did.
The two started walking towards Reba's apartment complex. Oddly enough Reba was enjoying Brock's company a lot more than she thought she would. He didn't appear to be like his mother at all, and that made Reba's anxiety vanish. They were telling each other all about their daughters; what their favorite foods were, what they were like as babies. It seemed like both adults enjoyed telling different stories about watching their children grow up, even though Reba only had two years' worth of stories and Brock had seven.
When Reba and Brock reached Reba's apartment complex Reba knew that they needed to part ways now. She was not okay with bringing people into Kyra's life, even if they were just friends, until she knew that they were not going to go in and out of her life. Reba smiled softly at Brock and shook his hand again. "Well, Brock I must get back inside. I'll see you some other time." Reba said softly as she turned around and started opening the door to the apartment complex. As she was opening the door something made her stop and turn back around to face Brock.
Brock smiled over at Reba when she turned around to face him. "How about tonight we can go out and just get to know each other? Not like a date, just get to know each other as friends." Brock said softly as Reba chuckled a little when he mentioned that it wasn't a date. "I mean I walked you all the way here and I feel as if I don't know you hardly at all, although I know plenty of stories of Kyra." Brock said as he was the one that chuckled this time. "How about we go to Gianna's diner at eight for dinner?" Brock asked her with a soft smile.
Reba looked into Brock's eyes and with a soft smile she nodded her head. "That sounds nice." Reba said softly. She couldn't believe that she made plans to hang out with the mayor's son, but that thought was long out of her head. She didn't see him as the mayor's son anymore. She saw him as a friend. As they both exchanged smiles Brock told her that he would be there to get her ten minutes before eight and Reba nodded her head as she turned around and entered the apartment complex. Reba walked into her apartment and was greeted by Kyra who was extremely happy to see her mother.