“Maybe…”
She laughs and then relents.
“I’m Sayler.”
Gray starts humming the theme song to Sailor Moon almost instantly and I want to ask him how he knows that but my eyes stray to Coraline, and I get distracted.
Rooney is busy doing his best to flirt with Sayler and I tune them out as I watch Coraline cook. She has a soft smile on her face and I wonder if it’s because she loves to cook so much or if Sayler and Rooney’s conversation is really that amusing.
When she starts to box up all of our tacos, I know that my window to talk to her is rapidly closing and I straighten, determined to make this time count.
“Here you go,” Coraline says, sliding our boxes over to us.
Gray and Banks take theirs and step over to the side. Gray is busy texting Nora on his phone and Banks has already started to eat his. Rooney thanks Coraline and then goes back to flirting with Sayler.
There’s no one in line behind us so I lean against the food truck window and try to give Coraline my most charming smile.
“No pick-up line tonight?” she asks with a laugh as she leans on the counter and I search my brain for a good one.
“I wish I were cross-eyed so I could see you twice.”
“Jesus, you’re bad at this,” Gray says, giving me a horrified look.
Banks and Rooney snort out a laugh, used to how bad I am at talking to women. Coraline laughs too and I try to think of another one.
“Do you like raisins?” I ask her and she gives me a wide grin.
“Sure.”
“How about a date?”
She laughs hard at that one and I grin, feeling more at ease.
“That was a good one,” she says as she giggles and I vow to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.
Sayler is looking between the two of us like she’s never seen what’s happening before and I wonder if that’s a good sign.
“Oh! I’ve got one,” Coraline says excitedly and I lean closer. “If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable!”
I laugh at how bad it is and Coraline almost doubles over.
Fuck, she’s adorable.
I look over to see Gray, Banks, and Rooney staring at the two of us like we’re insane but I don’t care.
Some more customers come up to the window and I’m forced to step to the side.
“See you around, Harvey,” Coraline says with a wave as she goes back to her grill and I wave, wishing that I had gotten her number or something.
“Bye, Rooney,” Sayler says, sliding him a piece of paper before she turns to help the next customers.
The three of us turn and head across the parking lot and Rooney flicks the paper at me. I flip him off and he laughs.
“You guys are the worst,” Gray grumbles as we head toward our cars, and Rooney and I crack up.
Banks laughs and Gray flips us off as he climbs into his car and takes off out of the lot.
FOUR