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I stroke her hair. "Because ya don't have any hobbies, and I know you're a foodie, so I thought maybe you'd like to take his class."
She bites on her lip and stares at the screen.
"It should be fun. Besides, ya can cook me a really good meal when you're done learning."
She softly laughs. "Oh, so it's a selfish request that I take the class."
My face falls. "No, it's not, actually. There are other classes I found too. There are art and photography ones ya can choose from. But I think ya should take all of them."
She tilts her head. "How am I going to take all of them? We won't be here long enough for me to complete them."
"Well, we're going to be here for at least a month," I announce.
She pins her eyebrows together. "A month? How are we staying here for a month? I need to find my da and make sure he's okay."
"No, my guys will find him," I reiterate.
She goes quiet and looks away.
I soften my tone. "Look at me, please?"
She finally turns her face back to me, and I hate how her eyes are glassy.
I state, "Ya told me ya never had time to find any hobbies. Now ya do, and I want ya to do some things for yourself."
"Why?"
"Because ya never have before, and ya might as well see what interests ya."
"Is it going to help me get a job?" she questions.
I chuckle. "No, ya don't need a job."
She furrows her eyebrows. "I don't need a job ever?"
"No. I have money. Ya know that."
"Then why do I need to take classes?"
I stroke her hair, answering, "To expand your horizons so ya can find some things ya love to do instead of just worrying about your da...and me." I add the last part, wiggling my eyebrows.
She laughs. "Who said I worry about ya?"
"Ah, ya know ya do, sunshine," I cockily claim, then tug her toward me. I peck her on the lips. "Look at this one. It's a drawing class, and the instructor's supposed to be one of the best. And this photography class is with the guy who shoots all the major fashion magazines. I think ya should do these," I encourage.
She waits a minute and then cautiously asks, "So I have a choice, or are ya making me?"
I debate what to say but finally state, "Of course ya have a choice. Ya don't have to do any of it if ya don't want to, but I really would like ya to."
She thinks for a minute and then admits, "But I don't know anything about any of those things. I'm going to look like a fool."
"No, ya won't. It's a class. That's why people take them. Nobody knows about any of it."
She tilts her head. "Are ya sure? I don't want to be the only stupid one in class."
"Ya aren't stupid."
She looks away again.
