Page 48 of Delicate
“Okay. You go first.”
“My favorite color is blue.”
“Mine is black. Favorite food?”
“Pizza. You?” Rhett answers.
“Hmm. Probably chocolate.”
“Favorite movie?”
“I hate this one because I have too many favorites. Anything horror done well is a top for me.”
“Horror?” Rhett makes a face and tries to quickly play it off, but I see it.
“Yes, you chicken butt.”
“I am not a chicken butt.”
“I remember how you were on Halloween. Mr. jumpy policeman.”
Rhett’s mouth drops open and he lets out a shocked laugh. “I was not jumpy.”
“Okay, fine. When we get to the motel later, we’re renting one.”
Now he blanches. “Uh…”
“What’s wrong?” I ask sweetly.
“Nothing. I’m good. Nothing too gory, alright?”
“Fine, fine. What movies do you like to watch?”
“Anything funny. Sometimes a chick flick here and there.”
I burst into laughter.
“What? They’re cute. And funny. Most of the time.”
“In small doses, maybe. I prefer horror mostly. But I do sneak in a romance sometimes.”
“Aha! See, chick flicks are the best.”
“Not just chick flicks. The ones with a good story, more like a drama. Oh and of course mysteries. I love a good mystery, especially in a book.”
“You like to read?” Rhett asks.
“Yes. Whenever I can fit in the time to, which isn’t often, but I try. Psychological thrillers and mysteries are my favorites.”
“I love learning all this stuff about you.” Rhett smiles at me, and I ignore the tingles lighting off like fireworks inside my bloodstream.
He’s just being nice.
He’s just being nice. Like he always is.
“Do you read?” I ask him.
“Yes, sometimes. Mainly graphic novels, though. I like the visuals from the pictures.”
