"Uhh. Let me check." She pulls out her phone, the screen blaring with missed notifications. Cora swipes them away quickly and clicks on the tickets that June sent her, holding the phone out for me to see.
"Got it." I take another drink. "Do you need to check those?"
She shakes her head and puts her cell into her back pocket. "Nah. I'll deal with it later."
The way she saysdealleads me to think it's more than just the date that was late messaging her, but I don't press. If she wants to tell me she will. The last thing I want to do is make her feel pressured.
Cora changes the subject, cupping her hand under my arm and walking with me. "And the next question...hmm, when's my birthday?"
"That's easy, too. You're an April fools baby."
She releases me to smack my arm. "What? How did you know that?"
"I told you, these are easy questions. Give me something harder."
"What else do you know about me then? Did you get a Ph.D. in Cora?"
"I can't tell you all the secrets."
"Wait..." Cora slows down her train of thought. "When's your birthday? And what’syourfavorite color?"
"October 13th. And purple."
"Your favorite color is purple? I don't think I've ever met a man whose favorite color is purple."
"Well, there's a first for everything, I guess. Plus, it's a good color." I look over at her, taking in those bright eyes. "Although, baby blue is a close second."
She smirks and returns her hand up under my biceps and I die a little inside in the best way possible.
"Fun fact," I tell her. "I was born on a Friday."
"No way. You're a Friday the 13th baby?"
"Mmhm." I navigate us around a group of people and enter the corridor leading to where our seats are.
"What's your favorite food?" she asks me.
"Pizza..." I pause and then add, "With pineapple." I side-eye her in anticipation of her response.
"Shut up." She nudges me, and I can't quite tell if that's a good or a bad thing. "Are you just saying that because you found out that's what I like on my pizza?"
I chuckle. "I promise. I actually didn't know that. At least, I don't think I did."
It's entirely possible that I found out, and that's why I prefer it more lately, only I've liked pineapple on my pizza since I was a kid and for some fucking reason, it really offends people.
"Hmm." Cora seems to consider my response and decides it's sufficient. She sips her drink and points ahead in the direction of our seats. "Okay, moving on. What makes you angry?"
"Other than assholes who fuck with you." I brace myself for the wrath of Simon which is no doubt coming once we arrive.
Cora smiles politely at a woman as we walk around her. "Yeah, obviously, other than that."
"People who don't put their carts back at the grocery store." I'm sure she was expecting some more elaborate response.
She laughs. "That pisses me off, too."
I glance down at her, taking in her soft but stunning features. God damn she's fucking beautiful, in a blinding kind of way. Her teeth are bright white, and her smile could end a war and give me a heart attack at the same time. It's everything I can do not to trail my gaze down her chest and study the shape of her curves hugged tightly by her red shirt.
"What about you?" I ask. "What makes you angry...other than misplaced shopping carts?"
