“No, it's nothing.”
“What?”
“It's my favorite movie.”
“What is?”
“Amélie. Have you ever seen it? The one with the cute French girl.”
I blinked. What the fuck? “You've seen that movie?”
“As I said, it's my favorite.”
I just stared at him.
“What?” he asked.
“You just made that up because of my name.”
“At least you'll never be a vegetable,” he said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Even artichokes have hearts.”
I gaped at him.
Darius laughed again. It wasn't so booming this time, but it sent the same shivers down my spine that the word angel did.
“It's from the movie,” he said. “Amélie. It's a quote.”
I cleared my throat. “No, it's not.”
“Is too. Google it.”
I pulled out my phone and googled it. “Well, shit.”
“I try not to lie,” Darius said.
“How honorable,” I drawled.
“Naw. It's just easier that way.”
“Um, could we get another round, Amélie?” Julie asked as she stepped up beside Darius.
She slid him a smile, but he didn't even glance at her. Julie was attractive, but not Darius-attractive. Cold, but it's the truth. Frankly, I didn't think I was Darius-attractive.
“Sure thing,” I said to her and started making three mojitos. “How's your friend doing?”
“Getting better.” She tore her gaze away from Darius to answer me. “Thanks for the pick-me-up.”
“Anytime.”
She cleared her throat. “Are you a friend of Amélie’s?”
Darius finally looked at Julie. “We're getting closer by the second.”
I snorted. “Yeah. All right.”
