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"I'm just saying, I don't have anywhere in particular to be. Usually, I just drive around on Saturday mornings."
"Oh," she whispers, looking down at her hands bashfully. "No."
"Nowhere you want to be and nowhere to go, huh?" I ask in an upbeat tone. "Well, no issue there. Sometimes it's nice not to have a plan."
Even over the hum of the engine, I can hear her stomach rumble. She tries to hide it. The embarrassment is written clearly across her face. It makes me sad to see her this way.
Even in her somewhat mangled state, she really is beautiful. I've always had a thing for girls with dark hair. I'm unique in that. Most guys swear up and down that they love blondes. I never understood why. The hair color is so garish.
Dark, long, soft hair is what I want to run my fingers through. I love seeing the contrast as I wrap it around my fist.
"Is your real name Raven or is that just a nickname?" I ask her as I turn towards where I know a Dunkin' Donuts is located. This girl obviously hasn't eaten in . . . I look her up and down once more . . . a year, maybe?
"My real name," she whispers.
"That's awesome!" I exclaim. "It's a rad name. Suits you really well. Teddy is just a nickname, but I guess you probably knew that already."
She does that little head bobble again where I'm not quite sure if it's a shake or a nod.
I turn into the parking lot for the Dunkin'.
"Whaddya want?" I ask her as I pull up to the drive-thru window.
Those big, beautiful eyes of hers widen again, and she shakes her head.
"Nothing," she whispers.
"Afraid 'nothing' isn't on the menu. Tell me or I'm ordering for you," I say to her, leaving no room for argument.
"I'm fine," she says in a meek tone, looking down at her hands.
"Okay," I say to the little metal box. "We're gonna do two hot coffees, two hot teas, a dozen donuts, two bagels with cream cheese, and two egg and cheese sandwiches."
I can see the shock written clear across her face.
"I told you I was going to order for you," I say with a wink.
"It's too much," she says.
"Well, that's what happens when I don't know what a girl wants," I reply, pulling up to the next window. "I go all out to make sure I've got all my bases covered."
"That'll be fifty-eight dollars," the woman at the window says.
I hand her the credit card and see Raven cringe out of the corner of my eye.
"Don't sweat it," I say to her. "I love spoiling girls."
She doesn't say anything. She just sits there quietly, looking a little dead inside.
"Okay, here, hold this," I say to her as the food starts flowing through the window. She seems overwhelmed as I continue to hand her bag after bag of treats.
In my experience, people show their true colors when they are at their most stressed. I know a lot of people disagree with me on this one, but too bad for them, because they're wrong.
If a person yells when they're stressed, deep down they harbor anger.
If a person blames others when they're stressed, deep down they harbor resentment.
If a person disassociates when they're stressed, deep down they're dissatisfied with their circumstances.
