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Get your head in the game.
“So… what is your type, exactly?” she blurts out of nowhere.
I almost splutter my rice everywhere but manage to choke it down my throat.
“So, you were listenin’?” I say, shaking my head as I reach for a glass from the cabinet and run myself a glass of water from the tap.
“I didn’t mean to… I really was trying to stop Pirate from running out there.”
I cough, banging my fist against my chest. “I’m not sure that’s somethin’ I should be discussin’.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “It seems inappropriate.”
She frowns. “You’re the one who told me you’d been to jail. You also don’t seem to follow rules, so I figured it was okay.”
“You thought wrong.”
She rolls her lips. “By the way, you order a mean take-out, so you’re not totally useless.” Trying to butter me up?
I place a hand over my heart. “Thank God you said somethin’, now I can sleep tonight.”
She narrows her eyes. “Don’t avoid the question.”
I sigh. “I don’t have a type.”
“That’s not what you told Cash.”
“You should mind your own business.”
“Come on, don’t be boring,” she whines. “We should get to know one another, since we’re kinda stuck together. Here. I’ll go first. I’ll tell you my type.”
“And I care, because?”
“We have to get along these next few weeks. It’ll be better if we know things about each other. Then I won’t do anything to piss you off.”
I snort. “You have a staff of eleven back home. I’m sure you’re not too fazed about pissin’ anyone off.”
Her mouth parts as she stares at me. “You did do your homework.” It’s not a question.
I give her a devilish grin. “Oh, Trouble, I always do my homework.”
She clears her throat. “So, I’ll tell you something about me, and then you do the same, okay?”
I give her a withering look.
She doesn’t wait for my reply. “I cheated on a math test in the sixth grade, and then got presented with an award for doing so great. Then I had to stand up in front of the whole class and accept it, knowing what I’d done.”
I burst out laughing. “It feels like you’ve waited this long to get that off your chest. Well done.” I give her a clap.
She rolls her eyes. “That was a pretty big confession.”
I lean on the counter as I rub my chin, trying not to lose it. “Is that the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Fuck me.
She thinks about it. “Aside from smashing one of my dad’s cars into the garage door when I pressed the accelerator instead of the break…pretty much.”
I know she doesn’t have a criminal record. She’s clean as a whistle.
