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We continue the drive in silence. I trust Albert not to mention anything to my dad. Technically, he’s Albert’s employer but as long as I’m not doing anything dangerous, he’s not required to divulge my every move to him. Plus, Papa has never been particularly over protective. We’ve never given him any reason to worry.
Unfortunately my day gets progressively worse. So many things go wrong because for some reason people struggle with understanding simple instructions. By the time I arrive at the rooftop to see Tony, I’m in a crappy mood but it all melts away as soon as I get a look at his face.
He’s lying horizontally on a lounge chair. His eyes are shut and there’s not even a ripple on his face. He looks handsome. I take in his chiseled jaw, the way his nose is slightly crooked which knowing him I’m sure is as a result of it being broken before. Maybe once or twice. He gets this tiny dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. And his eyes crinkle too.
It’s amazing the amount of information on him I’ve been able to retain in just a matter of days. I continue staring. For a moment I think he’s asleep, until he speaks.
“That you, blondie?”
His lips stretch into a small smile.
“Hey,” I greet, setting my bag and the small box in my hand on the floor before taking a seat.
Tony sits up and looks at me. And as soon as those brown eyes slide to mine, my heart skips a beat. I ignore the traitorous reaction.
“Were you really sleeping up here? Out in the open?”
He shrugs. “It’s nice.”
“It’s an open space. What if a bomb dropped on you or something?”
Tony shakes his head. “You know for someone who loves to watch rom coms and wears so much color all the time, you can actually be pretty morbid. Your aesthetic is sunshine and glitter. Your personality is evil fairy queen.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say grinning.
That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. And it’s so cute that he’s taken time to qualify me in his head.
“Speaking of movies. I actually had some time so I watched Die Hard before I went to bed last night,” I inform him.
“And?” he questions eagerly.
I offer him a small smile. “I hated it.”
He groans low in the back of his throat, “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel right now.”
“Aw, come on, it was a nice movie. I just wasn’t a big fan of all the guns and everything. And why on earth is ‘Yippee Kay yay, motherfucker’ such a big deal? It annoyed me.”
Tony’s jaw falls open, “That’s one of the best parts.”
He looks so distraught. It’s a little endearing.
“Did you really have to say you hated it? I didn’t say anything as negative when I watched your movies.”
“You said the Proposal was mildly unnauseating and that your disgust wasn’t as quantifiable as you thought it would be,” I remind him.
“That was nice,” he argues.
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t and I think we can both agree our taste in movies are nowhere near compatible.”
“You’re the one that has terrible taste,” he mumbles.
“Keep saying things like that and I won’t give you the doughnuts I got you,” I threaten.
He immediately perks up. One thing I’ve learnt about Tony in the few days I’ve known him? He loves to eat.
“I take back what I said,” he quickly says.
I smile before handing him the pastries in the box. He groans softly as he scarfs them down. Which is around the time I remember what my sister asked me to do yesterday. I hesitate, watching him eat the doughnuts for a few minutes.
