Page 56 of Fractured
He nodded, but all through the night it seemed to irritate him that I didn’t ask.
What in the hell?
We had just placed our food orders when I asked, “So, can I ask what your real name is?” I asked as I took a sip of my sweet tea.
He winked, “You become mine; I’ll tell you.”
I nodded, “Fair enough.”
I asked him a question; it was his turn to ask me one, wasn’t that the way it was supposed to go?
After a few silent moments, he asked, “So, what do you like to do in your free time?”
“Bake. Cook. Read. Spend time with my friends and family. You?”
He snorted. But didn’t say anything.
Okay, then...
Just then, the waitress placed our plates down and asked us if we needed anything else.
We both shook our heads.
I lifted the barbeque sandwich to my mouth and took a big bite, and then I felt some barbeque sauce land on my finger.
I brought my hand up and licked it off.
He lifted a brow, and I shrugged, “What?”
He shook his head and kept eating.
You show me anyone who can eat a barbecue sandwich fully loaded and it not be messy?
He swallowed his bite, then he said, “Just saying that your hands probably have germs everywhere.”
I thought about what he said and tried not to snap, but I recalled his profession, and I got it.
Germs were probably common in the military, and he didn’t like them.
So, I kept my mouth shut when I was taking bites or drinking some of my sweet tea.
It wasn’t the worst date I had been on, but it hadn’t been good.
The conversation had seemed forced.
And it shouldn’t be like that.
I sighed, leaned back in my chair as another topic ended in silence from both of us.
I shook my head and murmured, “Yeah, no.”
He sighed and winked, “Talia, I knew what I was getting myself into.”
I nodded, “You feel it too?”
He nodded, “Yeah, you're beautiful, and I know I’m good looking.”
I giggled.
