His expression lightened.“I can’t say I get bored at work easily, either.What works for one person might not work for another because people have such different personalities and goals.I mean, you’re the first person I’ve ever met who wanted to try out for a bobsled team.”
“Are you complaining or complimenting?”
“Definitely complimenting.You’ve forced me to think so far outside the box I don’t know how I’ll get back in.”
She smiled.“So maybe you don’t.”
“’Scuse me.”The waiter had returned with a basket of bread and a little bottle of olive oil, and he placed them both near their hands.Misty hadn’t removed hers from Spencer’s, and he hadn’t moved away.She briefly wondered who’d be the first to break, but the focaccia looked too tempting.She lightly squeezed his hand before removing it to take a piece.He smiled and joined her in it.
Chapter Eleven
As Misty told her story, Spencer snuck in another few fries.The conversation had kept him almost too busy to eat, but he wasn’t complaining.They’d gone from old favorite shows to current favorite movies to family anecdotes, and the meal and time had fallen away.
Now they were swapping roommate horror stories.“So after that, I started keeping my peanut butter in my room,” she finished.
“Yikes.”
“It’s better now.Because I’m the only one who’s home for any extended time, I negotiated the bedroom all to myself in exchange for paying a little more in rent.Two roommates are on flights now, but one’s home for a week or two.”
Spencer nodded while wondering what to do with this information.Was she making conversation or letting him know any action at her place was off the table?
Speaking of the table, there wasn’t much food left on theirs.Their waiter noticed and came to gather their plates.“Would you like to see a dessert menu?”
Spencer glanced at Misty, who shrugged.“Why not?”
Misty sighed as they looked over the small card.“It all looks good, but I don’t know if I have room for one.”
“What if we split something?”
“Something like this?”She pointed to a hazelnut chocolate cake.
Spencer wrinkled his nose.“Might be a little rich after that dinner.”
“So something lighter...”Her voice trailed off as she considered the menu.“Can we think bigger than the citrus sorbet?”
“Definitely.How’s this?”As he pointed out a few items below, his hand brushed hers.
