Page 76 of Lilah
"I was thinking," I begin again, a little giggle escaping my lips, "is your favorite color gray? that would be funny."
He doesn't laugh but I laugh enough for both of us.
"Don't have one," he gruffly replies and I let out a soft gasp. I look over at him, seeing his strong inked arm resting on the armrest and his other one steering effortlessly.
I admire for a second the veins in his arm.
"I'll help you then," I decide.
"What color do you find yourself most content looking at?" I question like some sort of therapist.
"Green," he says shortly.
"Poop green, tree green, traffic light green, light green," I list off as we come to another light. He looks over at me. He peers into my eyes for a minute.
"Emerald."
"Oh, like the birthstone?" I smile. His eyebrows furrow in the littlest of bit before they return to normal.
"Sure," he answers. My stomach growls a little bit.
"We should eat somewhere," I say, "If you want. My stomach is going to start sounding like a baby whale soon."
He turns off the road and we come to a pizza place. I'm glad he didn't ask me where I wanted to eat. I wouldn't know what to tell him quite frankly.
"Good?" he unbuckles his seatbelt and I smile giving him a nod. He gets out and I open my door. I slide to the edge of my seat, bracing myself to make the jump.
I don't get to as he comes to my side.
"Don't do that," he warns me grumbly, "your knee."
He places me on the ground and we walk in. The smell of pizza hits my nose and I almost break out in a dance.
Following the sign that tells us to take our own seats, we do. We sit in a booth and there are already menus on the table.
His foot bumps into mine. He's got some gosh darn long legs.
"How long are your legs?" I blurt and he looks up at me from his menu.
"Nevermind," I mumble, looking down at my menu. I want a pizza.
And Grey. Stop.
"What are you getting?" I start up a conversation.
"Steak and cheese," he mumbles, "everything on it."
"Order for me," he says, closing his menu, "Please," he adds.
"Drink?"
"Sweet tea," his eyes meet mine and I give him a little smile. I don't mind ordering for him, I like talking to new people. I think he sees that.
A waiter comes to our table. He's wearing a 'Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica' shirt and I love it with all my heart.
"Drinks?" he asks.
"Two sweet teas," I answer him and he shuffles away.
