My brows lift, and a wide grin takes over. “Latte Boy, are you a Madonna fan?” I tease.
“No,” he growls. There he goes again, being that cute little angry kitten. I hate how hot it makes me.
“What kind of music do you like then?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I like a little bit of everything. The Beatles are one of my favorite bands.”
“An old soul. I love it.” I chuckle.
“Whatever, they made good music.”
I swear I see Blake’s cheeks turn the tiniest bit pink.
Oh, Blakey boy. You’re killing me.
That’s it. It’s my new mission to make this man laugh and smile tonight.
“Come out with us. It’s just going to be me, you, and my four friends. You like Lexie and Val, right? Ellie is the best. You’d love her too.”
“What about her boyfriend, Chase?” he asks.
“He’s pretty chill. He’s kind of a less chaotic male version of Val when I think of it.”
“Oh god, there’s two of them?” He groans.
I laugh. “She’s not that bad. She can be a lot sometimes, but honestly, I love her for exactly who she is.”
“She’s alright, I guess. Lexie, too,” he says.
“Soooo, does that mean you’ll come? I promise, if you're not having a good time or you want to leave, I’ll take you right home.”
“But my car’s here,” he says.
“I can follow you home. You can drop it off and catch a ride with me.”
“I don’t want you to go out of your way.”
“It’s fine. You don’t live far from here. And it’s on the way anyway.”
He chews on his bottom lip, my eyes unable to look away. “Okay, I guess.”
“Awesome.” A burst of excitement fills me. “Let's go.”
Blake and I pack our stuff up, and I walk him to his car before heading a few spots down to where I’m parked.
I follow him home. He parks the car in his driveway and gets out. He stands there for a moment, seeming unsure about what to do next.
“What's wrong?” I ask, rolling down my window.
He rubs the back of his head. “Do I need to change?”
I look him over and shake my head. He’s dressed in his normal jeans, but today he’s wearing a dark red and black hoodie. “Nah. You look good. Come on.”
He gives in and heads toward me, getting in my passenger seat.
“Passenger controls the radio.” I cast him a wink, handing him my phone where I have my music app pulled up.
He takes it and starts scrolling as I pull away from his place, heading towards Lenny’s Bar.
