“Don’t be.” I grin. “So Lyric’s brother and Charlotte?” I cock my head in question.
“Been together for about a year now.” She nods softly.
“He’s older than her?” I phrase it as a question even though I already know the answer.
“Five years.”
“And how does Lyric feel about that?”
“Lyric is the sweetest person in existence. She doesn’t care as long as they’re happy. Besides, Kai is four years older than Lyric, so...”
“Your friends have a thing for older guys, I see.”
“I don’t know if I’d say they have a thing for older guys, per se. They just happened to fall in love with men older than them, is all.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you like older guys?”
“Depends on the guy, I guess.” She shrugs. “Though a year hardly makes you anolderguy,” she points out.
“Who says I was talking about me?” I grin.
“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes.
“You could always shut me up,” I suggest.
“And how would I do that? Considering nothing seems to shut you up.”
“I can think of a few things.” I lift my brow suggestively.
“Pass.”
“Oh, come now. If I remember right, we were pretty incredible together.”
“You meanIwas incredible,” she retorts.
“You wound me.” I flatten my palm against my chest.
“Good.” She huffs, the words she was about to say next dying on her lips when our waitress appears with our food.
She seems to relax a little more with a buffer, digging into her French toast the instant the waitress walks away.
“So how’s football going?” she asks around a mouthful of sweet bread. “Are you planning on entering the draft after you graduate?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I have no plans of playing professionally. You?”
“I’ve thought about it, but as of right now, I don’t see me playing past college. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it’s hell on my body.”
“I know the feeling.” I cut off a corner of my sausage link before popping it into my mouth.
“So what do you want to do after graduation?” she asks, continuing to steer the conversation into safer territory.
“Well, considering I still have another four years of school after this...”
“What?” She seems confused by my answer.
