Page 44 of Love Resurrected
This will either go really well and maybe we can come away from it as friends. Or badly, in which case I’ll probably end up moving to another state.
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Brad
I didn’t plan on inviting her to breakfast. Hell, I didn’t even plan on going out to breakfast. Usually I’m at the gym right about now. But I wasn’t lying when I said I was hungry. I also wasn’t lying when I suggested we make the best of the situation since it’s looking like we’ll be thrown together over the next few months. Or forever, thanks to Ethan and Sadie.
We continue the walk through the parking lot in silence. I point my truck out to her when the time comes, and she moves to wait by the passenger side. I click the fob to unlock the doors, then help her into the tall truck and wait until she’s settled before shutting the door after her.
I hop in on my side and turn the ignition. The truck purrs to life and the radio blasts classic rock. I reach to turn it down quickly.
“Sorry about that,” I say.
“That your jam?”
“What?”
“Aerosmith?”
I turn to look behind us as I back out of the spot. “I’d put them in my top ten, for sure. But is ‘Dream On’ my jam? Nah.”
“Favorite Aerosmith song then?” she asks.
I think about it as I pull out of the lot and on to the main road. “I’d say ‘Sweet Emotion.’”
“Oh yeah, that opening guitar riff is incredible,” she says.
“You play guitar?” I ask.
“No. I played the flute in high school, but that’s the extent of my musical instrument expertise.”
“What about you? Favorite Aerosmith song?”
“Hmm.” She taps her nose as she’s thinking. It’s cute.
Jesus, Brad. Get a grip. It’s not cute for fuck’s sake.
“‘Crazy.’”
“Oh god.” I roll my eyes.
“What? It’s a great song!”
“I know, but it’s the one all girls like.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Yes, they do. It’s from that space movie where Bruce Willis dies.”
“Armageddon. And that’s not the song from the movie.”
“That is definitely the song in that movie.”
“Fine, play it.” She points to the radio then crosses her arms across her chest. I use the controls on my steering wheel to click through the songs until it comes on.
She sings immediately, right from the first line, but stops before the chorus and turns to me. “Does that sound like a song that girls cry to?”
I nod.
