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He’s so good looking I find myself momentarily rendered immobile by the sight of him.
“Hey.” He nods, crossing the kitchen toward me.
“Hey,” I respond weakly, training my eyes downward as I slide into my chair.
“These look great.” He takes the seat across from me, reaching for the glass of tea I set above his plate.
“Thanks.” I shift, suddenly unsure of how to act.
Thad on the other hand, seems completely at ease, which only further intensifies how off kilter I feel. Usually I’m the one oozing confidence, not shrinking into myself like a scared little girl who’s never seen a cute boy before.
“So where did Ben and Chris end up going?” I ask, needing to fill the space.
“Pretty sure they went to Thirsty’s,” he says, referring to the only decent bar within fifty miles of here.
“That doesn’t surprise me. Guessing Chris roped Ben into driving him?” I state it like a question, but I already know the answer. Ben isn’t old enough to drink so it’s likely Chris tempted him with girls. My younger brother has always been smitten with the opposite sex. Some might even call him a player. He will tell you he’s just sampling the menu before making his selection.
“Guessing so.” He nods, taking a bite of his sandwich.
“And why didn’t you go again?” I ask, tearing off a corner of my sandwich before popping it into my mouth.
“Not really my scene.” He swallows before answering.
“Not much of a drinker.”
“Something like that.”
“You’re really good at evading questions.”
“Maybe you just ask too many,” he counters with a smirk.
“Maybe if you’d actually answer some I wouldn’t ask so many,” I quip.
“Fine. Green.”
“Green?” I question, having no idea what he’s talking about.
“My favorite color.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, his eyes locked on mine as he chews.
“I didn’t ask your favorite color,” I point out.
“No, but if you did I would have told you it was green.”
“So you’ll answer trivial questions, just nothing of any real significance.”
“Now you’re catching on.” He chuckles.
“Wow. Um, okay.” I think about it for a moment before deciding to play along. Truth be told, I want to know everything I can about him–trivial things included.
“Birthday?”
“January 25th.”
“And you’re twenty-three?” I take a guess.
“Twenty-four,” he corrects. “And you’re twenty-two.” He sounds so certain.
“That would be an accurate statement.” I pop a chip into my mouth. “Favorite band?”
