Heartstrings

Chapter Fourteen

MAVERICK

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"This place is... interesting." I said looking at the colorful lights covering the big dark room.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Briar commented seemingly entranced by the lights.

I glanced at her and hummed, "Yeah beautiful can be the word."

"It feels like we are in space surrounded by the millions of stars." She finally looked at me.

"I can see why it can give that impression."

"I've always wanted to come to one of these." Briar took her phone out and began to take pictures with it—happiness clear on her face.

"Your fangs are quite pointy." I mentioned.

Briar stopped taking pictures and looked at me again—a furrow on her face before she chuckled. "My... fangs are pointy?"

"Yes, I noticed it when you smiled really wide."

She pursed her lips, "It's that a compliment?"

I shrugged, "I like them, so yes—it is a compliment and this is another one I suppose."

Briar giggled, "You are so strange Maverick."

"You keep saying that."

"I— I'm sorry, did I offend you? I didn't mean to." Briar looked mortified by the thought that she might have said something wrong.

"You keep saying that... but you are not wrong and you didn't offend me."

She released a breath, "Good... good because I should've worded it better. You are strange, yes, but that also means you are different and I like that. You notice the smallest of details and I think that is incredibly sweet."

"You think I'm... sweet?" I frowned—confused by that. I've never been called sweet before, many things that are really the total opposite of it that's for sure, but not that... I can be quite rude.

And she says I'm strange.

"I did say so, didn't I?"

"You did." I confirmed and she smiled once again. "You also have a dimple, it shows effortlessly." I pointed to it but didn't touch her face.

"See?"

"I wouldn't call that sweet, I'd say it's attentive or observing... and I happen to be mean several times." I corrected her as we walked through to another room of the museum.

"Well yes you can be, but I happen to find your attentiveness sweet and that is more impactful to me than your rude comments every now and then, so... take it Maverick." Briar raised her dark brows with a grin on her face.

Sweet... she sure can be funny.

"Whatever." I mumbled—done with the subject of this conversation.

Briar took out her phone again and handed it to me this time. I looked at her questioningly.

"Why are you giving me your phone? I already have your number."