Lovebeam

Chapter 2

"Can I ask you something without you firing me?"

I bite my lip.

"That depends." I say slowly, trying to piece together what he's trying to do.

"Are you always such a bitch?"

I sigh shaking my head, slightly pissed off.

"No." I say. "It's only at work. My position is really stressful, and when you guys mess up, it falls on me and it stresses me out." I explain with a snippy edge to my words.

He nods slowly, popping his beer open.

"There's more to you than you lead on. I knew you aren't always like that."

"How?" I ask, annoyed.

"Because last Christmas, your Mom showed up with your niece. You were in the middle of yelling at someone when you heard the baby coo. You dropped your coffee and was in the best mood for the rest of the day."

I sigh. "Oh."

"Do you miss your family?"

"I always miss my family."

"Why don't you live with them?"

"You know, this doesn't really matter and-"

"Come on, it's just a question." He says.

I glare at him.

"It's personal." I mutter.

"Okay. You don't have to tell me."

"Good." I grumble. "Look, my friend is waiting at my house for me, so I really need to go-"

"Come on. Twenty minutes." He says.

I stare at him for a minute. He stares right back into my eyes.

His eyes are actually really magnificent. His eyes are a light brown, almost an almond color.

He's really attractive.

I look away from him.

"I just...my brother and sister are both older, my sister by two years and my brother by four, and well, my parents and my grandparents and everyone else up there are always pressuring me on my relationship status." I mumble. "Because I've never had a boyfriend or anything."

"Are your siblings married?"

"Yes. Every time I see any of them, one of the first things they ask is, 'do you have a boyfriend yet?'" I sigh. "It's annoying. And depressing."

"And why don't you?" He asks.

"I don't know. It just...hasn't happened yet, I guess."

He nods.

"Anyways, can I leave?"

"You haven't opened your beer yet." He says.

Sighing, I pop it open and take a swig.

"What about you? Your family?"

"I have a little sister. She's twenty. I'm twenty three. My parents actually always ask me about girls, too." He sighs.

"Do they live around here?" I ask.

"No. I'm from Brooklyn, New York."

I gasp. "No you're not." I start to loosen up, shifting sideways in my seat to look at him completely.

"Yes I am." He laughs. "Why?"

"So am I!"

He looks shocked.