Page 64 of Drawn Together
“I’ll get his later.”
“Cool.” He smiles, and I find myself a little sad at the lack of dimple there.
When he comes back with my drink he asks, “Are you local?”
I nod. “Moved here back in April.”
“Nice, are you staying long term?”
“That’s the plan.” If I can actually get hired full time.
“I grew up here,” he tacks on, and I realize I didn’t even ask where he lives. “Near Park Slope.”
I sit straight. “That’s where I am!”
Note to self: stop telling strangers where you live.
“Really?” His brows raise. “If you’re ever looking for a good place to get a drink, Westlight is great. Try to go at sunset; the skyline is insane.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” I sip my drink and try to conspire on where to go from here.
Ten minutes into my poor attempt at conversation, it turns out I didn’t have to do much work. Kane here has let me know of his divine adoration for plants, and we have had little else to speak about since he first brought up the need to water his peace lily.
“So, this is my ZZ plant,” He zooms in on the foliage for a few seconds before sliding to the next picture. “And here is my porch—it’s basically overrun with jasmine.”
I stare in amazement, “This is incredible, look how tall your money tree is.”
“If only it actually grew money.”
His smirk is a little much when he’s glancing up and down my chest to my mouth, but this was the whole reason I came here, right?
So, I smile. “You’d be a millionaire.”
“You would probably like my morning glories, they’re a cross hybrid with—”
I turn over my shoulder to see Fletcher alone again, and he keeps looking from the TV facing him playing 2000’s music videos on shuffle before he settles his eyes my way. His brows furrow, glancing from me to the bartender beside me.
‘You okay?’ he mouths, and this genuine worry and kindness in his eyes is pulling me away from the initial goal.
I give a big, convincing smile and a thumbs up behind Kane’s back.
“So, what do you say?”
My neck cranes back to the pictures of vines and flowers taking over his back yard again. It’s a little redundant, but to be fair, if I had any form of a backyard in Brooklyn, I probably would show everyone too.
“Hm?”
“Do you want to go see the morning glory? I get off in a couple hours, and you could come over and see it all?”
What kind of sense does that make? It’s already nine o'clock and has been pitch black outside for the last hour?
“Uh,” my chuckle is a little sympathetic. “It would be too dark to see anything.”
He seems to…buffer a moment. “Right, yeah. Well, if you decide to go to Westlight, I’m friends with the head bartender there. If you text me, maybe I can tell her when you’re going? The list is kind of crazy if you don’t know your way in.”
Like a tiny door cracked open, I slip my way in. “And you know your way in?”
He smiles. “I do.”
