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Our food was brought out, and my stomach rumbled to life. That Special K Bar Avery gave me hadn’t helped to satisfy my hunger.
“This is really good,” I commented, after swallowing my first bite.
“I thought you might like this place,” he took a massive bite of his own sandwich.
“It’s delicious,” I bit into the sandwich again, “and this place is really homey.” I glanced around the café.
“I don’t like to eat at the mainstream places,” Trace took a sip of water and my eyes followed the curve of his lips as they wrapped around the glass.
Oh, God. I was staring at his lips! What was wrong with me? I acted like I’d never been around the male species before! The one time I needed Avery and she ditched me! She was going to hear a rant from me later.
“They’re too overdone,” he finished, setting the glass back down.
I shook my head, forcing my eyes away from his full pouty lips.
“What’s overdone?” I asked. “Oh, right, mainstream restaurants,” I added. I really needed to stop looking at his lips, because I was getting flustered.
“You said you’re going to Shenandoah Universtity, right?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
I nodded, tucking a piece of hair that had come loose from the braid, behind my ear.
“Are you a freshman?”
“Sophomore,” I answered. “Are you in school?” I asked. He didn’t look much older than me, but one never knew.
“Nah,” he let the napkin fall back to the table. “I was never big on school. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read, and history is cool, but I never liked it. I went to a technical school to work on cars, but that was easy for me since I had been around cars my whole life,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t like to study,” he added.
“Who does?” I smiled.
“True,” he grinned, and finished off the last bite of his sandwich.
I had only eaten half of mine and I was already stuffed.
“I can’t eat another bite,” I mumbled, pushing my plate away.
“I’ll get a box for you,” he hopped up from the table and headed towards the counter.
A moment later, he returned with a small box, handing it to me.
“Thanks for lunch,” I smiled gratefully, boxing the sandwich.
“It’s no problem,” he mumbled.
I tilted my head and studied him.
“What?” He squirmed under my gaze.
“You have a hard time saying you’re welcome, don’t you?”
He squirmed some more. “Maybe. It’s just…I don’t expect a thank you. When I do something, it’s because I want to, not because I want to be praised for it.”
“Hmm,” I mused.
“Are you sure you’re not a psych major?” He questioned.
“I’m sure,” I laughed. “I’m just observant. It comes from being shy.”
“Ah, I see,” he nodded.
