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I put a hand on my hip and raise an eyebrow. “Plan on leaving anytime soon? I have a ton of homework.”
“Sorry, I got distracted.” He bends down on his knees and flips open the guitar case. The guitar fits perfectly into place. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he says, running his fingers along the maple wood. He closes the case with a wistful sigh.
“I guess so.” To me, guitars all look the same. Maybe they’re different colors, but I don’t pay enough attention to notice their differences.
“You guess?” He grimaces. “We’re going to have to work on that.”
I half laugh. “Okay. Now can we go?”
He stands and plucks a small, thin box of guitar strings off one of the shelves on the back wall. “Say, please.”
“What, am I five?” I ask, crossing my arms.
“Nope,” he says, tapping the box against my nose. “A five year old would’ve said it already.”
I rub my nose and crinkle it in distaste. “I don’t like it when people touch me.”
“Noted.” He leans against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. His gaze is strong and focused entirely on me.
I raise an eyebrow. “Really? You’re just going to stand there and wait?”
He twists his arm to look at his watch. “I have all the time in the world.” His eyes flash up at me again. “Do you?”
No, I don’t. And those stupid brown eyes, and their puppy dog expression—it’s all annoying, but I can’t stop looking into them. Everyone else looks at me like I’m broken, but he doesn’t. He sees something else, and I’m having a hard time not finding it addicting.
I shake my head, trying to break free. “Fine.” I stomp away in the opposite direction. “Will youpleasetake me home?”
He jumps ahead of me and walks backward, somehow managing to not run into anything. “See, was that so hard?”
“Yes.”
He laughs. “Oh, really?”
I hum and roll my eyes.
He smiles and turns to face the man behind the register, tossing a few wrinkled bills on the counter. “Keep the change.”
The man pokes his head out from the newspaper long enough to say, “Have a good evening,” before returning to his article.
Caleb holds the door open for me.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask, not moving any closer.
“What do you mean?”
I hold my hand in the air about the height of Jordy. “Just someone about four feet tall.”
“Oh,” he says. “Yeah.”
I spin around, searching the aisles for him. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t realize he had wandered off so far. After weaving through the store, I spot him staring at the wall.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I walk up to him.
“I was counting all of the records on the walls. I figured I should do something to practice math. There’s two hundred and eight.”
“That’s impressive,” I say.
Caleb strolls up beside me. “Yeah, Jordy’s cool like that.”
