I nod, the words falling out of my mouth with ease.
“I’m so proud of you, you know. FuckingDior,” I say with a grin. I appraise him with my gaze. I watch as his shoulders loosen a bit with relief.
“Thanks,” he says, his voice a little quiet.
“I saw the ad,” I say, brushing some hair out of my face.
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
“So much sexier than Johnny Depp,” I say with a wink. “Absolutelyperfect.”
I watch the faintest blush creep into his cheeks as I chuckle just as the pizza comes.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he says.
“Trust me, Cam. It was good.”
We fall into silence for a few moments as we eat, until he breaks it.
“So, what are you doing for work right now?” he asks genuinely.
“IT shit for the time being. It’s great because it gives me time to work on BrewTech, and with the new investor I got—”
“You got an investor? Shit, that sounds serious.” I don’t miss the smile on his face.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty big deal. It’ll help a ton with the building for sure.” I laugh between bites of pizza. “That place was a wreck. Still is, but it’s my wreck.” I smile. “It’ll take time, sure, but good things take time.”
I’ve never felt so proud in all my life.
“Well, congratulations.” he says, his smile lighting up his eyes. This… it’s nice.
When the check comes, I grab it before he can.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say, tossing my card down.
Cam sighs, but he doesn’t say anything, though I can feel the heat of his stare on me and that only makes the butterflies flutter in my stomach.
I glance at my watch. We’ve still got fifteen minutes to get to the movie theater.
“You ready for part two?” I ask, noting his surprise.
“Part two?”
I nod. “Dinneranda movie.”
He nods slowly. “A movie…”
We push our chairs in and I come to stand beside him. “It’s just down the road, not far.”
“Uh huh,” he says. “What movie are we seeing?”
I shrug, nudging his shoulder with mine. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” I say with a sly grin.
The walk to the theater is short, but feels like forever because it’s cold as shit.
I hunch my shoulders a bit, wondering if I should have grabbed a different coat, but thankfully we make it to the theater relatively quickly. I show the attendant my QR code for our tickets, without too much resistance from Cam, and sigh with relief when we are in the dark theater, glad to be indoors and away from the New York winter air.
There’s only four screens in this place and they don’t play new movies.
