Bear Roberts

Chapter Seventeen

Bear had only ten minutes till his shift ended, so I decided to wait for him, instead of going with Jay and Mac.

They hated me for it, but oh well.

I get in Bear's car and watch him casually walk around and get into his side. He even walked hot.

Or maybe I'm just a horny little bitch.

"Have fun today?" He asks dryly.

"I did," I answer honestly.

He grunts. "They are a bad influence."

"Says the guy who's been to prison," I tease.

He rolls his eyes and starts his car.

When we have been driving for ten minutes, I realise we weren't on the route to our apartment. "Where are we going?" I murmur.

"Dinner," Bear answers.

"Like a date?" I question, smiling.

He grunts.

"I'd like an actual answer," I say.

"Yes," he growls.

We pull into a diner's parking lot, and get out of the car. I was shaking inside, as Bear grabs my hand to hold it.

Get a grip, Danny.

"Table for two?" The waitress asks.

"Yes," Bear grunts.

"I'm Bailey, I'll be your waiter," she says, as she takes us over to a booth. "Can I start you guys off with some drinks?"

"I'll have a lemonade," I say.

"Same," Bear mutters.

"I'll be right back with those," Bailey chirps.

"She's loud," Bear comments.

"She's just happy," I retort.

"I'm happy," he argues.

"You don't show it," I state.

He gives me an awkward smile, which makes me burst out laughing.

"Here you go," Bailey says, popping our drinks down onto the table. "I'll give you guys a couple of minutes to look at your menus and be right back with you."

We thank her, as she walks away.

I watch Bear as he sips on his lemonade. "How old are you?" I ask him.

"Twenty three," he answers.

"So you went to prison when you were nineteen?" I question.

"Your smart," he grumbles.

I giggle. "So how come your not drinking?"

"I don't drink," he mutters.

"That's not what Jay says," I claim. "He said your the best drunk ever!"

Bear rolls his eyes. "I don't drink all the time," he corrects himself.

"Okay," I say. "Did you want to know anything about me?"

"No."

"We are on a date, Mitchell," I say. "It's where we get to know each other."

He grunts. "I know you."

"Oh yeah?" I question. "What's my favourite colour?"

"Yellow," he answers.

My eyes widen surprised. "That's correct."