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“What do you need?” Kira interrupts. It’s almost as if I’m not even in the room the way her eyes are locked on Orlie.
“Was just dropping in to see how you were doing on those bugs?”
“Great,” she answers.
“Great,” he retorts.
I look between the two of them. Two intense stares gazing back at each other. I can’t tell if they’re about to fight or…
Orlie breaks the tension, clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Kira’s our best coder, you know, so I rely on her for our toughest jobs.”
I smile at my sister, but her eyes have fallen to her desk.
“She’s the brains of the family, that’s for sure.”
Orlie nods. “I’m not surprised.” He checks his watch. I don’t have to know the brand to know it’s a small fortune. “Well, anyway, Kira, you should get some lunch.”
“I will,” she replies.
“Great.”
“Great,” she replies.
“Nice to meet you,” Orlie says before striding out of the room with his head held high.
I respond in kind.
As I turn back to Kira, I start to say, “Well, that was weird…” but trail off when I see her expression.
She’s got her chin propped up on her fists, eyes still glued to the doorframe as if Orlie still stands there. She sighs softly and the corners of her mouth creep up slightly. Eyes batting dreamily.
My god. Kira Solace has a crush. I’ve only seen in twice before. It’s been years. Better not say anything else. If she knows people can tell, she’ll shut down that part of her brain entirely as she is wont to do.
Time for a distraction.
“Lunch?” I ask.
Kira snaps out of her trance and jumps to her feet. “Please.”
* * *
We endup at a family-owned Greek place within walking distance of her office. We’ve passed several other cuisines on the way, but none of them sounded good. Settled for Greek because I didn’t want to make her wait for a meal after working so hard.
However, Greek doesn’t sound good to me either. I need something that will settle my stomach, not toss it like a boat on the ocean.
The second we walk in, I am hit with the stench of onions. It makes my whole body tense.
“Mm. Smells good. Can’t wait for a gyro,” Kira says, grabbing us a seat on the patio. Thank god. That way the sea breeze can carry away that intense smell.
I glance over the menu, looking for something that might settle my stomach. “What do you recommend?”
“They’ve got great spanakopita here,” Kira exclaims. “They make it with dill and it’s just delicious.”
“Sounds good,” I say, although not very enthusiastically.
“And the fish is always so fresh.”
Fish doesn’t sound very good either.
