Good.
“Are you hungry?” I ask her before we get out of the elevator on the first floor.
“No. Ate at work.”
“So you’re thirsty at least.”
We head toward the coffee shop by the hotel entrance and I pick up two big smoothies, handing her one.
We’re in the city. I want to take her somewhere. Somewhere I don’t have to be scared someone will see me and tell Sylvia about my whereabouts.
We get in front of the hotel, golden evening sunlight hitting our faces as we stop in front of my car.
“Can I take you somewhere?” I ask.
She’s sipping the smoothie through the straw, then lifts her eyes to me from under her lashes, unaware of what that does to me, and takes the straw out of her mouth.
That is going to be replaying in my head in slow motion now.
“Anywhere,” she says and puts the straw back in her mouth.
Yeah. Okay.
I’m going to combust on this sidewalk.
?
We drive up to my favorite viewpoint above the city, to the best spot so we can see the sun coming down behind the city towers, and she’s explaining the frequency of her shifts to me.
She’s basically working all the time.
I pull over and we meet in front of the car.
“I’ve never been here. It’s beautiful.”
She looks at the view when I grab her waist and sit her up on the hood. She gets comfortable there and crosses her ankles, still sipping on the smoothie. I jump up next to her and we just sit there and stare at the view. She’s wearing a short black dress and black strap heels, her messy bun gone, her wavy hair cascading around her face.
Every time I see her, her beauty feels effortless, as if youth itself lingers in the way she moves, bright and untamed.
“What are you going to be when you grow up, Miss Soldan?” I ask her, nudging her shoulder.
Somehow, I want to know every possible thing about her. Ineedto know every possible thing about her.
She lifts her eyebrows like I should be scared of the answer.
“Investigative reporter.” She gives me a bold look and slips the straw back in her mouth.
Fuck.
Okay, breathe.
“Wow,” I clear my throat, forcing my eyes away from her lips. “Why that?”
“’Cause I’m really nosy and there’s a lot of unexplainable crime in this city.”
I gulp.
Yeah. There is.
