She put two slices of pizza on each plate. “You can buy lunch next time then,” she relented.
Pleased that she spoke as though she intended to spend time with me again, I let it go and sat down next to her.
“Want to watch TV or a movie?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
“What do you want to see?”
I shrugged and took a bite of my pizza. “I don’t know. I don’t have a TV.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t have a TV?”
“No.”
“I have no idea what to say to you now,” she murmured.
“Why don’t you show me your favorite television show?”
Her cheeks grew pink. “I don’t know if you’d like it.”
“I might not, but now I definitely want to see it because it’s making you blush,” I teased her.
Savannah laughed. “Fine, but no complaining if you don’t.”
I didn’t tell her that I wouldn’t complain even if I didn’t because I wanted to learn more about her and understand who she was. The more I was around Savannah Baker, the more time I wanted to spend with her.
