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Someone approached our table with our food. As we ate in silence, my curiosity couldn’t take it anymore. “What am I doing here?”
He raised his head. “Having lunch. You were hungry. What did you think we were doing?”
I raised my shoulders and took another bite of my sandwich. “I have no idea.”
He thumbed the lid of his drink, keeping his gaze on me. “You’re very reserved, aren’t you?”
If by reserved he meant inhibited, then, in most cases I was. “Not always. Only when I don’t know someone.”
He nodded slowly. “Then we need to change that. Tell me something about you. What are you majoring in?”
“Sports medicine.”
“Oh? Are you on the training staff?”
“No, but I submitted an application for an internship in the fall.”
“I’ll put in a good word for you.” He winked. “I have connections on the football team.”
He really went there. As if I’d forgotten he’d offered me top-tier seats to the football games the other day.As ifI hadn’t noticed his autographed football photo hanging on the wall beside us. “Thanks, but that really isn’t necessary.”
“Suit yourself, but you should always take advantage of connections when you can.” He scraped his knuckles against the side of his cup.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that.” Then he added, “Why don’t you eat beef?”
“I’m Hindu. The cow is sacred in our religion.”
He eyed me thoughtfully. “Forgive me for not knowing. I would’ve taken you somewhere else.”
“Why? I like my chicken sandwich.” I gave a small smile. While many people in the Hindu religion were vegetarians, my family wasn’t.
“So,” he said, leaning back against the booth, splaying his arm across the top of the back. “Are you seeing someone?”
“That’s a little personal.”
“Only if you’re trying to hide something. Are you? Are you a little shady, Natalie?” he teased, tilting his head to the side, and the hand drifting over the back of his seat slowly curled into a fist.
“No.”
“No, you’re not shady, or no, you’re not seeing someone?”
My eyes narrowed, somewhat puzzled that we were having this conversation. “No, to both. Why?”
“You’re a little skeptical, too, aren’t you?”
“I think anyone who gets asked to lunch out of the blue would be skeptical.”
“Now, why wouldn’t I just want to take you to lunch because I find you fascinating?”
“Because you know nothing about me.”
“Well, that’s why we’re getting to know each other.” He grinned, flashing those killer dimples. “Don’t you want to know something about me?”
I wiped my hands on my napkin. “Let me guess. You play football.”
“Wow. Good guess.” There was amusement laced in his voice. “Are you psychic or something?”
