“I’m trying to figure out why the hell a girl like you decided to spend the day with a guy like me.”I turn my head away, twisting the cap on my head until the bill is over my eyes, shifting in my seat.
“A girl like me?”She counters, her head tilting as her focus remains on me.
“Good.”I state bluntly, scratching at my scruff.“And don’t try and deny it.It’s what you are.And it’s not a diss in the slightest.Girls like you tend to stay away from guys like me.”
A grin breaks across her face.“Well, to be fair, I was trying to hide out in that room from you.”Her head falls back on her shoulders as a short laugh escapes her.“We can see how well that turned out.”Her gaze connects with mine again as her voice softens.“Not that I have a single regret over how things have turned out.”
Relief floods my chest at her confession, easing the tension in my shoulders, my posture slouching a tad as I relax.“Good.”I pop up on my elbows, leaning across the space between us to swipe a kiss against her lips, sealing our confessions away for now.
“What do you recommend?”I reach for the menu.“I’m fucking starving and could eat a damn horse.”
“The eggs benedict are to die for here and my usual go-to, but since we missed breakfast, I’m a fan of their pizza.They make the brick oven kind here.”
“I’m down with a pizza.”I nod, browsing the menu.“Maybe a burger and fries too.Oh, and the buffalo cauliflower looks amazing too.”
“That’s a ton of food, Luc!”She chides on a giggle.
“I told you; I’m starving.”I grin broadly back at her.“I can eat.Don’t worry about that.”
“Okay, if you say so.”She shrugs, the smile never leaving her face as the waitress appears with our drinks and takes our order, leaving us to ourselves again.
I take a sip from the glass in front of me, the tart flavor of the salt and tomato bursting over my tongue.“Wow.”I hum in approval.“These are good.”
“Yep.”She clinks her glass against mine, before tasting hers.“The best around.”
I stare openly at her for a few minutes, watching her enjoy her drink as she looks out over the railing at the view before us.
“How old are you?Did I ask you that last night?I can’t remember?”
One side of her mouth quirks up.“Don’t you know it’s not polite to ask a girl her age?”
“Just curious.”I murmur as I pull another sip from my glass.
“I’m twenty-four.”She provides without further prompting, her lips pursing a moment before she continues.“I don’t think that breaks rule number one as long as I don’t share my birthday with you.”
I chuff out loud.“Okay, no birth dates allowed.”
“Well?”She coaxes, red liquid sliding up the straw she has clamped between her lips as she sucks.Damn if that doesn’t have my dick twitching.
“Well, what?”I respond, adjusting myself discreetly under the table.
“How old are you?”She inquires, eyes squirting in assessment as they peruse my face.
I forget she’s not a rabid fan and doesn’t really know anything about me.Different.In all the best ways.“I’m twenty-eight.Twenty-nine next month actually.”
She holds up her hand.“Nope.I don’t want to know when.”
I shake my head, grinning.“It’s not like you can’t google it.I’m not a big fucking secret online.”
“I won’t though.”She contends, her expression sincere, and it makes me fall just a little bit more for her.
“I believe you.”It’s weird getting to know someone organically.It’s not a common thing in my world.There just isn’t the opportunity for it.
I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to get to know someone in a normal way.Generally, everyone already knows everything about me, or at least, what they perceive is everything about me.
I’m wishing now that I didn’t agree to rule number one so quickly because I realize I want to know more about this girl.And that in itself is a complete mindfuck.I’m leaving tomorrow.What good would getting to know anything more about her even do?
It’s not like I’m going to have a relationship with someone after spending one day with them, let alone one where I’m on the road half the damn year.Right?
