Still, nothing. It’s so quiet inside this expensive car that I can hear the moisture in her eyes when she blinks.
“Mine is Infinity War, because I bet you were wondering.”
She rolls her eyes again, but a slight smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
Progress.
For the rest of the journey home, I fire questions at her rapidly, only for her non-existent answers to shut down eachone until she puts the car into park, and stares directly out the window onto the busy streets of Grangewood Creek.
Locals are all finishing work, in a hurry to get home, and yet it’s still not as frantic as back in California.
I kind of like it.
“Meet me in the middle, here, Snow. I’m just trying to get to know my girlfriend,” I jokingly say, shifting my body to face hers. She surprises me by doing the same thing.
“Shouldn’t you know all there is to know?” she says, turning her head slightly to look back at the road and away from me.
Probably to hide the smile that I know wants to break free so badly.
God forbid she displays any sort of emotion.
“I just make up answers on the spot. People already think your favorite song isFireworkby Katy Perry,” I say, and she scrunches up her nose while shaking her head.
“You went with a song about a plastic bag?” she asks, her tone lighter than it was.
“I didn’t know what else to say, and I’d heard Jude singing it earlier, so I panicked.” I shrug.
“Why?” She sighs, then swallows. It’s only one word, but it’s the most genuine one that’s come out of her mouth since day one on set.
One word, holding a multitude of possible meanings.
It’s the first time she’s spoken directly to me while looking into my eyes with nobody around, and something stirs inside of me.
What? I’m not sure.
“I don’t want you to spill all your secrets, Jenna. I just want to know the woman who’s going to be in my face, putting on my makeup and styling my hair every day.” I push aside my sarcasm, if only for a moment, but she doesn’t reply. She does, however, stare at my lips while nibbling on her own, and that’show I know she wants me just as badly as I want her. “Or, if you don’t want to open up your mind to me, you can open up your—”
“And, moment ruined.” She steps out of the car, closing the door behind her, and marching toward the entrance with her purse slung over her shoulder. My laughter follows behind her.
“I was kidding, Snow.” I call out, surprised at how quickly her legs move when she no longer wants to be around me. “Will you wait?”
She ignores me, thanking Marv for opening the door for her, with me close on her tail.
“Hi, Ms. Rogers, Mr. Green.” He greets us with a smile. His white hair is still neatly combed over as though it’s not the end of the day.
“Hi, Marv. How was your day?” Jenna asks. The sass from earlier is no longer apparent, making it clear that she’s interested in everyone but me.
“It’s always quiet during the day, Ms. Rogers. How was your afternoon?” he asks, and this little minx goes into detail about her day, barely taking a breath, while he stares at her the way I imagine most men do.
“See you tomorrow, Marv,” she calls out, ignoring my existence all together before heading toward her apartment.
“Jenna, come on. Will you just wait a minute? Give mesomething.I’m trying, here.”
She stops in her tracks, spinning on her heels, arms crossed over her chest. “Why?”
“Why, what?” I press her, and she shakes her head, her keys wiggling in her door knob.
“Why the flowers? Why the persistence?Whydid you tell everybody I was your girlfriend?” She drops her arms by her side. “Do you know how much that humiliated me?” She tilts her head, watching as my eyebrows pinch together in confusion.
