Page 52 of Adam
“Awesome genes,” I reply, crossing my ankles.
“Favorite color.”
“Blue.”
Her thick brows narrow. “Just blue?”
I pause for a few seconds, looking deeply into her eyes. “Dark blue.”
“Favorite food.”
“Steak.” She tries to continue, but I interrupt her. “Just steak.”
“Oh …”
Fuck, she’s something else.
“Height.”
“Is it necessary for my qualifications?”
“No, it’s just … Curiosity.” She smiles bashfully, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear.
“6’4”.”
Her eyes widen mildly. “Quite tall.”
Maybe I’m enjoying this little interview more than I should.
“Uhm …” She lowers the pen. “Something random about you you’d like to share?”
My eyes wander on the ceiling. “Fun or cringe?”
“Fun.”
“I play drums.”
“Seriously?” she asks, her eyes widening almost in admiration.
I hum, agreeing, savoring the way her posture shifts with every answer I give.
“And the cringe?”
I can’t believe what’s about to come out of my mouth. I sigh, half a smirk tugging at my lips. “I wear glasses when I read.”
“You read?” she says, almost squealing. “What kind of books?”
“Stephen King, mostly. You know, homicidal clowns and haunted houses. Top notch.”
“Oh … And you wear glasses?”
“The mystery around me spreads, huh?”
She chuckles, lowering her eyes. “You must look good in those.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!” she blurts out. “Favorite song?”
