All The Odds

Six

//He's so tall and handsome as hell. He's so bad but he does it so well// Widest dream-Taylor Swift

*Bella*

For some strange reason, he didn't let go of my hand till we arrived at a small bar and grill I've never noticed before despite how frequent I travel this route to school.

For an even stranger reason I let him, and when he finally let go to unclasp his seat belt and step out of the car, the bereft sense I feel make me stare strangely at my hand.

Only when he opened my door did I shake myself free. Refusing another offer of his hand to help me slide down, I do so on my own and avoid any more contact.

He noticed and I could have sworn he looked hurt before turning to lead the way.

"This isn't a date or anything right?" I ask for clarification because it does feel strangely fuzzy in my chest.

"Oh please." Iverson says over his shoulder then slow his pace. "I'm usually more creative on dates. I'll probably take you to an Italian restaurants where they'd have to take my car and my services in their pantry for like six months after the meal." he jokes as he held open the door with 'When The Sunset' in bright green and yellow neon above it.

I cringe the moment I step inside and was welcome by someone cranking an awful version of Selena Gomez 'Naturally' at the top of their lung. I'd have bolted right back out if I didn't feel his presence right behind me.

"That's weird."

I hear his voice close to my ear and jump a foot forward at the feel of his hand settling on the small of my back.

"What is?" I squeak. He lift his hand up as if to say 'sorry' and then point in the direction he was going to steer me.

Staying close to me as we make our way he says. "I'm here most of the time and I swear I've never witness a karaoke or that damn stage."

I sign in relief unto the chair he chivalrously pulled out for me. Daniel, bless his heart, usually pick quieter restaurants when we're having dinner out for my sake. But everyone can't be Daniel right? And well, aside the loud woman on stage this place doesn't seem that bad too.

Iverson drag his chair to seat beside mine instead of across as originally arranged.

"I'm not that kind of girl." I say picking up the menu on the table.

"The kind of girl to sing on stage?"

"Well, that too." I chuckle, looking back at the stage. I honestly feel embarrass for the girl, can she not hear herself or something? Luckily for her though, no one seem to be paying much attention.

"I meant I'm not the kind of girl you have to break a leg and an arm to impress." I say. Mentally kicking myself soon as the words where out and a smirk appear on Iverson's face. With a blush I bury half my face in the menu instead.

"What's your idea of a perfect date then?" he asks, not letting it go. I watch his interested eyes above the rim of the menu and contemplate my answer.

"I'm not sure," I start. It's not like I've been on many date to know what I would or wouldn't like and it's all thanks to him and his psycho girlfriend.

Squashing the negative thoughts from my mind like a bug before it dampens my mood I add. "Maybe something simple and quiet, at home preferably. I may have something for guys that can cook.".

He raises a brow at me, I quickly go back to scanning the endless list of things on grill before me.

I couldn't be happier that he didn't say more on it. I had really said the cooking part thinking of Daniel. My room mate can make sardines on white rice taste like a meal made in heaven and between us, we'd always joke of trying our hands at a small 'on the run' someday when the going gets tough.