“Pretzels, but only the tiny twist ones.”
“Why is that?”I ask.
“I’m not sure.They just taste better to me.”
I smile at his weird quirk and take another bite of my burger.
“What’s your favorite animal?”I ask him.
“Dogs.I bet I can guess yours.”
“Wolves,” I say with a smile.
A gust of wind blows some of his dark brown hair over his forehead, and I have the strongest urge to push it back into place.I grab a French fry instead.
“What was your favorite vacation?”He asks me.
“I haven’t been on many.The furthest I’ve gone is over to the coast once when I was a kid.”
“Where would you want to go?”
“I don’t know.Australia, maybe?Or Greece?What about you?”
“I’ll go see those places with you.”
“Yeah, but where would youwantto go?”I ask him.
“Anywhere with you.”
I roll my eyes, but when I look at him, I can see that he’s being sincere.
“Cheesy,” I tell him, and he grins.
“It’s the truth.You’ll see that soon, too.”
He sounds so sure of himself, and I want to ask him why he’s so into me.How can he be so sure that I’m worth all of this when he barely even knows me?
Fisher asks me a few more questions as we eat and we continue our game of twenty questions all the way up until he pays the bill.
“We should do this again sometime,” he says as he leads me over to my car.
“Uh-huh,” I say, trying not to smile.
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll text you.”
“You don’t have my number,” I point out.
“Give me your phone.”
I pass it to him and watch as he types in his information.He passes it back to me and I tuck it into my purse.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Tomorrow.”
