“It was me,” Luke admitted with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder.
“Why?” I asked. As soon as I said it, I wanted to slap myself up the side of my head.
“Because you said they were your favorite.”
“But why get them for me?”
“I wanted to.”
“Well, thank you. They were delicious.”
“Glad you enjoyed them.”
“I did.”
“Then, mission accomplished.”
“And what mission was that?” I pressed. Now he’d got me talking, it seemed I couldn't shut up.
“Making the pretty girl smile.” Luke grinned, burying his hands in his pockets.
Damn, he was hot. But I had the feeling he didn’t know it. Or if he did, he didn’t come across as one of those cocky assholes who thought they were God’s gift to women.
“I don't know about making a pretty girl smile, but they worked on me, so it wasn’t a complete waste.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk like that about yourself. You’re amazing, Charlotte. You’re beautiful and sweet and one of the most caring people I know.”
“You don’t even know me!” I protested, feeling the heat under his intense gaze.
“I know enough.”
He was pissing me off. He thought he knew me. He thought he could see me. It was annoying.
Folding my arms over my chest, I prepared for a fight, but the look on Luke’s face wasn’t aggressive. His eyes dropped to my boobs before he caught himself and righted his gaze.
“And what is it you think you know?” I challenged.
“I know that you promised a little girl you were going to the ball to find your Prince Charming. So did you?”
“Did I what?” This guy spun my head.
“Find your Prince Charming. Did you find him?”
Not really sure how he knew that, I refused to make it easy for him. Maybe it was childish, but whatever. “Why does it matter?”
“Because I asked. It’s called conversation, Charlotte. One of us asks a question, the other answers. Then we swap. It’s how people get to know each other. It’s how people become friends.”
“And what if I don't need any more friends?” Even I winced at how bitchy I sounded.
“Why? Because you found your Prince Charming?”
“Why are you so stuck on that?”
“I’m not sure. But I want to know. Did you get your midnight kiss from your prince, or did you lose your shoe?”
