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“What can I say?” I bent down and took a bite of her croissant. “I’m a pusher. I’m not going to lie, though. These are some of the best croissants.”
“I swear, my parents have the best bread in the world. I know I’ve never been to Paris, but I bet these give them a run for their money.”
Before he could reply, he started greeting and chatting with passersby on the sidewalk, holding full conversations with the individuals. After they left smiling, Aiden turned back to me.
I smiled. “You do that a lot, don’t you? Talk to people.”
“I find people fascinating.”
“Are you looking at us all as some kind of characters you can play one day?”
I laughed. “No, but good idea. Every person is some kind of character, I suppose.” I gestured around toward the random people on the street. “We have background characters. Side characters. Main characters. Villains, heroes, fairy godmothers. The whole world is one big film if you really think about it. And a lot of the footage is just mundane stuff, but sometimes, you get some amazing moments that create a great story. I’m still debating if it has a happy ending or if this turns into some kind of zombie apocalypse thing.”
She licked her fingers as she finished her croissant and then tilted her coffee cup toward me. “Here’s hoping for zombies.”
I held out the croissant I got for me to see if she wanted it. She shook her head, so I dove in.
“What kind of character am I?” she asked. “What’s my story?”
“You’re definitely, definitely the gravedigger. The weird one who lurks in the shadows,” I joked. Luckily, she picked up on my teasing and shoved me.
“Jerk.”
“A little.” I took a sip of my coffee before saying, “Main character.”
She huffed. “I’m no main character.”
“That’s exactly what every main character would say. Any person who said they were the main character would never truly be the main character. They’d probably die in act two.”
“Oh, how I wished I would’ve died in act two.” She sighed, tossing her hand up in dramatics.
“Ah, yes. You’re the dramatic main character. It’s clear as day.”
“I know who you are, too.”
“Oh? What’s my role?”
“You’re like the person who randomly gets hit by a bus when they step into the street, and they are never seen or heard from again.”
I laughed and hovered over the curb of the sidewalk toward the road. “Don’t tease me with a good time, Jones.” I hopped off as a car was coming my way, and before it could get too close, Hailee grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and pulled me back onto the sidewalk.
“Are you insane?!”
“Maybe a little. The right amount to make it charming.”
“You’re not charming. You’re annoying. You’re like the annoying person who never goes away,” she told me. “If America knew how annoying you were, you’d never be Superman.”
“Am I giving off Clark Kent vibes? Because that counts, too.”
She rolled her eyes, her favorite hobby to do with me. My new favorite hobby to watch. “No. You’re more like Goofy fromThe Goofy Movie.”
“I know you meant that as an insult, but honestly, that’s one of my favorite movies.”
“I already knew that.”
Of course, she did.
We reached the inn, and I held the door open as she walked inside. “What time are you off work?” I asked.
