“Um,no,” Aiden says, looking appalled at that idea.
I shoot him a mischievous grin. “I take it you don’t follow your own hashtag?”
He makes a face. “No.” Then he gives me a playful smile. “Doyoufollow my hashtag, Scarlett?”
Ooh, I like flirty Aiden.
“No,” I say. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed.”
“Disappointed? No. Relieved? Yes.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, and he does, too.
“I think it’s my turn to ask you a question,” I say, picking up my coffee cup and taking a sip.
Aiden leans back in his chair and stretches one arm out on the table, drumming his fingers on the tabletop.
Hmm. I wonder if that’s a nervous habit. Or is he even aware he’s doing it?
“Go ahead. Any question you want,” he says.
“If you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
An amused look filters across his gorgeous face, and his fingers instantly stop tapping the table. “That’s your burning question?” he asks. “That’s easy.”
The finger drumming is a nervous habit.
That is so adorable I can barely stand it. He was nervous about what I was going to ask him.
“I have many burning questions, but that’s the first one,” I say. “I’m getting you warmed up.”
“That’s an interesting question. I’ve never been asked that before.”
“Good, then I won’t bore you.”
His eyes grow serious. “I don’t think you could ever bore me.”
Ooh!
“But that’s an easy one,” Aiden says. “Spaghetti and meatballs. That’s my favorite meal, hands down.”
“I love spaghetti. But I like it with meat sauce,” I say.
“If you have the right meatballs, you’ll never go back to meat sauce,” Aiden declares.
“That’s a bold statement,” I tease.
“I stand by it,” he counters, flashing me a smile that reveals that dimple in his cheek.
THAT DIMPLE WILL HAVE ME BREAKING ALL MY RULES, I KNOW IT.
“Okay, my turn,” Aiden says. “Favorite place you’ve ever been.”
“Switzerland,” I say, smiling at the memory. “My brother Jamie plays there, and I went to see him last year for Christmas with my friend Phoebe. It was his first Christmas there, and I knew he was lonely, so I thought why not go see him? I took my best friend with me, and we had so much fun. We went to his games, and on Christmas Eve we had a fondue dinner with him and a Canadian teammate. It was so fun. Lots of laughs and stories shared. That’s the best kind of meal.”
“I agree. I like meals with good friends like that,” Aiden agrees. “It’s the best kind of evening out. My favorite kind, actually.”
Ooh, I like that answer. I decide to dig deeper on it. “So that beats an evening out at a club or bar?”
