Because Of Her.

48 | Dirty Talking.

Drake's car comes to a halt outside my apartment building and I take my bag before looking over to him.

"Come on up. I can prepare something for you. I know you haven't eaten lunch considering what happened." I say and he shrugs.

"My appetite was the last thing in my mind. Thought for a second we have to spend the day with Lucifer only difference being him inside the jail and we out on the bench." He cracks a smile and I shake my head.

"With the way things were going I thought the same. Glad it didn't go downhill."

"Speaking of downhill you haven't told me what went down in café?" He asks and I look down at my bag on my lap.

"Nothing important. That chapter in my life is forever closed now so I might as well never reopen it. It's only gonna hurt me." I reply and tuck my hairs behind my ear.

"You know Lucifer wasn't wrong when he said about finding new job. You can get new job if you try. Yes finding those type of people is gonna be difficult but you have to change your comfort zone here and there to keep up with the world you know." He murmurs and I play with my fingers sensing how true his words are.

"That's the difference between you and him. You know how to phrase your words so the listener won't get hurt but actually understands unlike Liam who just speaks without so as to a care how it sounds for that listener who is in need for some good advice or words." I find myself saying and Drake remains silent for a while until he speaks.

"But that doesn't mean he never said what you wanted to hear."

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"Before you find about this bet thing you're with him and you survived three months with him not to mention you fall in love with him in the midst of it. If he didn't know how to speak you wouldn't come this far with him, it shows despite what he did. He does know how to speak just seldomly or maybe you manage to bring that side out of him." He says and I find myself in the whirlwind of past where I remember Liam words making sense.

How many times-well rare occasional times he used to say something which really touched me or managed to cheer me up. He only ever said when I was extremely down or cross with him. I won't say he doesn't know how to speak, he does kind of give good advices and some of his words sound mature and meaningful but then he always say something which screw everything he said before.

If he knows how to talk nicely he also knows how to ruin it just by one word.

"If you keep on speaking about him like that I will start to think you actually are doing what you told me before." I tell Drake and this time he makes a sour face and I laugh.

"God, that image is horrible." He gags and I cackle.

"Well you're the one to portrait it first."

"Remind me to bleach my head once I get back home."

"You not coming?" I gesture to my place.

"Come on stop thinking and let's go. It's not every time I offer people to make food for them." I tease and he rolls his eyes but removes his seatbelt to follow me. I open mine too and go out of the door. Together we ride the elevator upto my floor and enter my apartment.

We march inside and find Amy lounging on the couch, laptop on her stomach as she watches some YouTube video related to physics.

"Hey!" I call out and without looking at us, she raises her hand and gives me a peace sign.

"Where were you? It's been over four hours I thought your café was closed today." She says, eyes on the screen.

"I...well we were-" I don't know what to say to her. Exactly from where I should begin with.