Page 91 of Pucking Matt
Hell, did I just say that out loud?
He chuckles. “You? Nervous?”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “I just said that, didn’t I?”
He lifts a shoulder. “It’s dinner.”
I nod and then shake my head. “Yeah, I sound ridiculous.”
He looks over at me with a half smile. “Maybe just a little.”
“Okay, where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I was going to ask you that.”
I glare at him, and he loves it. He fucking loves it. That smile on his face is stupidly cute.
He continues, “If I didn’t tag along, where would you go?”
“Probably Chipotle.”
“Okay. We’ll go there.”
I inhale. “Okay.”
When we arrive at Chipotle’s parking lot, he turns off his truck and says, “Wait here.”
“What?” I ask, confused as he jumps out and jogs in front of the truck.
When he opens my door, I blush. I unbuckle the seatbelt and turn to him.
“Is this what you normally do?” I ask.
He stares into the distance. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” I exhale. “Then I’m no one special.”
His brows furrow as he watches me step out. “And that makes you feel better?”
“Yes. I feel relieved.”
He walks by my side, opens the Chipotle door for me as I reach for it, and says, “I need to step up my game.”
“No,” I say, waving my hand as I step inside. “Please don’t.”
“Welcome to Chipotle. What can I get started for you?” the worker calls out as we walk to the counter.
“Hi,” I say. “Can I get three crispy beef tacos?”
“Sure. What would you like on it?”
I point at all the toppings. The worker looks like a kid who’s still in high school. I see him almost every time I’m in here. As he’s adding the toppings, he says, “You have a hot date tonight?”
I pause as I turn to Matt. “Who? Him?”
Matt slowly blinks, waiting to hear what I’m going to say.
“No, we’re just friends,” I say. The kid looks over the counter at Matt, and the atmosphere is suffocating.
