I took a second to think over her answers, although I already knew the lie.Allergic to oranges. I made a mental note to remember that.
“You arenota natural blonde.” There was no way she dyed that beautiful hair of hers. Plus, the freckles were a bit of a giveaway she was a natural redhead.
“That was my lie.”
“Swimming with sharks is pretty bad ass, though. My brother has always wanted to.”
“I was in Florida on vacation with my friend, and we saw a flyer at our hotel about doing it, thought why not. Although, my friend screamed the whole time and wouldn’t get in the water.” Emmie laughed under her breath.
“I’d never do it.” I shuddered at the idea of being in a cage with a shark on the other side.
“Now who’s a wuss?” Emmie smirked.
“I have no shame in admitting that.” I’d gladly take the title.
“Your turn.”
I hummed. “Okay. I have never cried during a movie. I hate all things pistachio. I once got in trouble for standing up in class to sing Celine Dion.”
“That last one is definitely true. You seem like the type to do that,” Emmie mused. I said nothing as she continued. “I’m going to say your lie is…never cried during a movie.”
“Correct. I bawled duringBig Hero 6.”
Emmie’s eyebrows shot up. “Big Hero 6?” She said it like she didn’t believe me.
“Only a monster doesn’t cry when Tadashi dies.”
“Never seen it.”
The gasp that left my mouth was anything but fake. “Are you serious?”
She shrugged, taking a sip of her water. “I haven’t had time to watch a lot of movies.”
“Yeah, well, we need to fix that.” The words slipped free before I could stop them. I wasn’t sure I would see Emmie again after today, let alone get her to watchBig Hero 6with me. I wanted to see her again, not just from running into each other, but I wasn’t going to get ahead of myself.
“Your turn,” I said, brushing past my comment.
We played a few more rounds as we waited for our food. Each little truth I learned about Emmie, I filed away in my mind.
“You’re such a liar.”
“I’m being honest.”
“You’re telling me you still sleep with a stuffed animal?”Emmie’s eyebrows were up near her hairline as she guessed the wrong lie.
“I do. Keith the Elephant and I have been together since I was little.”
Emmie snorted. “Keith.”
“Don’t judge him.” I playfully narrowed my eyes at her. “It’s perfectly acceptable to still have your childhood stuffed animal.”
“Well…”
Before I could answer, our waitress appeared beside our table with our pizzas. She barely sat them down in front of us when Emmie spoke.
“That’ll be all for now. Please don’t come back until we’re finished.” Her tone was less than friendly, not even sparing the waitress a glance as she reached for a slice. I choked back a laugh at the casual way she said it.
Without a word, the waitress turned on her heel and stomped off. A part of me wanted to go and apologize, but it felt surprisingly nice having someone stick up for me, even in just a small way.
