Page 94 of Right Man, Right Time
“I guess that makes sense. Well, is there something you wish you could do? A hobby you wish you could spend more time doing?”
He gives it some thought. “I’d like to cook more. Right now, I have a personal chef who makes my meals and leaves them in my fridge. He comes with me when we go to Banff, and I enjoy watching him work. If I had the energy, I’d ask him to teach me.”
“Maybe you should next summer. You won’t have hockey, so maybe have him teach you a bit.”
Silas nods. “Yeah, maybe I will.”
“See.” I nudge him with my foot. “I’m already changing your life.”
He rolls his eyes and then asks, “What about you? What are your hobbies?”
“Well, I love dancing. I do that when I want to blow off steam or just have fun. I also enjoy scrapbooking, but I haven’t done it for a bit. I have some catching up to do.”
“Scrapbooking with all those tools and shit?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, I wish I had the room and the money for that, but right now, it’s just simple things I find that I like in magazines or pictures that I print out and write a story next to about the picture. My internship ate up a lot of my time this summer, so I’ve dropped the ball in adding clippings and pictures to my book, but I’ll catch up. I’ve stashed away everything so when I do have a moment, I can sit down and glue it all in.”
“That’s kind of cool. Do you have one for each year?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I started back in middle school. It was more of a diary at the time. My mom would purchase my magazines, and I would clip things from them that I loved or print them on the computer. Then I started using pictures with friends, and it formed more into a scrapbook than anything. They’re fun to look through because it’s like a time capsule in book form.”
“Maybe next time I’m at your place, you’ll show me.”
“Ha!” I shake my head. “No way. You’ll make fun of me for the things in those books.”
“Like what?”
“Like . . . the Timothée Chalamet phase I went through, or how whenever I see a donut in a magazine, I have this need to cut them out and paste them because I think they’re cute. And those are just two things. There’s a whole dark side to my scrapbooking of my innermost thoughts and feelings.”
“Now I really need to see these.”
I nudge him with my foot. “Never.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Did you ever write in a diary?”
“Does it look like I’m a diary kind of guy?” he asks, looking so hot with the way he raises his brow like that.
“No, but we should never discredit someone for their appearance. For all I know, you could have a secret Bratz dolls collection.”
“What the hell are Bratz dolls?”
“Never mind.” I sigh.
“Did you have these dolls?”
I wave my hand at him. “That’s neither here nor there. I think what we really need to focus on is your diary.”
“I told you, I don’t have one.”
“But if you did . . . what would you write in it?”
“As if I would tell you.”
“Come on, Silas. Share a little.”
“No.”
