I snort, “A hammock, really?”
“Hey, if I’m stranded, I might as well be comfy,” Tyler says with a smirk.
“Fair enough.”
“What about you, sunshine?”
“Definitely a book, food, and sunscreen.”
“Book of choice?”
“Icebreaker by Hannah Grace.”
“I’ll add it to my reading list.”
Please don’t. The book is not made for the weak and if he reads that one scene with the main couple in the Uber, I think I might die of embarrassment.
As we continue our cooking assembly line, the conversation flows, and I find myself enjoying the unexpected connection we’re building. It’s unexplainable.
So far, I’ve learned he has a little sister named Harper who he takes care of, he wants to major in computer science, his favorite holiday is Christmas because he can bake all the cookies he wants, and he hates going to the dentist. Super understandable though, because who would want a stranger poking around their teeth?
We’ve finished one tray for now which means we’re halfway there. However, there’s still no sign of Alli or Jared and it’s been almost an hour.
“Is there something going on with Alli and Jared that I should know about?” I nudge Tyler, hoping to hear the intel between the two. Jared doesn’t like to gossip or confide in me so I’m hoping it’s the opposite for Tyler.
Tyler glances at me, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Tapioca.”
I scoff, “Really?”
“Their business is not our business.” Is all he says, making me roll my eyes.
I hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Ask me a question, your turn.”
“Best childhood memory?”
It takes me a while to come up with an answer. “At my first cheer competition, my dad forgot to get me flowers. He felt so bad that he ran out after our routine to the closest store. The only flowers he could get me were pink roses. It’s funny, though, because I hated pink, but he constantly bought me pink roses after each competition, and I eventually learned to love pink.”
“Pink’s your favorite color?”
I nod. “I’m a girly girl.”
That gets me a smile and I see that dimple that favors his left cheek. I smile to myself. “My turn. Tell me your favorite song.”
Tyler lets out a chuckle and there’s a playful look in his eyes when he says, “Still on that?”
“You never told me, and I think it’s only fair.”
He chuckles softly, his body relaxed as he leans back against the opposite counter. “Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift.”
“You like that song?”
“It’s a good summer song and Harper likes it. We sing it in the car when I pick her up from daycare. Can you blame me?”
I shake my head. “I like the song too. Alli and I would blast it in the car and just scream our heads off.”
“I’ll make sure to play it in the car next time.”
“Your turn, singer boy.” I prompt, watching the way his eyes light up at the teasing.
