Just Give Me A Reason

2."It's in the Stars"

Greyson smiled at Emma, and as far as she was concerned he could keep on smiling at her, he made her feel like everything was alright. Like she didn't need to worry about anything else.

"Well, now that I have introduced you I think I'll excuse myself. I have many more people to see and not enough time to see them. Toodaloo." Greyson's mother walked away smiling to herself and to Clara, who was sitting at a table far enough away that she wouldn't be noticed, but close enough that she could hear everything.

"My mom said that Mr. and Mrs. Carmichaels are your mother and father and that you are their oldest daughter. You seem to be leaving early. Is everything alright?" Greyson looked at her with concern, but made sure not to sound too pushy.

"I'm not much of a people person. I would have rather stayed home." Emma said. She looked towards the door, noticing that the taxi that had been waiting on her had left, Emma felt torn. She wanted to be around Greyson and the warmth that he emitted, but she didn't want to be here.

"Really? With socialites like your mother and father I'd expect you'd be the life of the party. Then again, what's the fun in normality and conformity?" Greyson chuckled.

Emma took time to study him. He had a southern drawl, not noticeable unless you really listened. She wondered how he had ended up in New York, and if he had lived in the south before moving here. He had dark brown hair, almost black, but Emma, with her keen eye could tell it was like dark chocolate. His eyes were the color of the sky right before a storm, something brewing in them. Emma decided that she wanted to stay around Greyson for as long as he would allow.

"Would you like to leave? You said earlier that you were leaving, and so was I. I know this great coffee truck right next to Central Park, we could get a coffee and walk around the park. I know we're strangers, but the perfect way to become friends is to get to know one another, don't you think? Emma couldn't believe herself, once she started talking the words just kept coming.

"You know it's thirty degrees outside?"

Emma nodded and shrugged. "I don't mind the cold."

"Sounds perfect, Emma." He smiled again, and Emma felt the warmth.

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The coffee was cold, but Emma couldn't figure out if it was the lack of heating from the truck coffee maker, or if it was Greyson.

The ride to Central Park had been a comfortable one. Greyson drove them into town in his car. It was an old, beat up Chevrolet Impala, that, Emma had decided, had seen better days. They had ridden in comfortable silence, stealing glances at one another and letting the radio provide background noise. Emma was eager to learn as much as she could about Greyson, but when she had gotten into the car she didn't know where to start. She didn't want to make a bad impression on him, but he was just so alluring that Emma couldn't help but wonder about him.

After they got their coffee they found a near by bench and sat down. They watched as others hurried to get out of the cold and found themselves alone for the most part. Emma was glad. She was greedy and wanted Greyson's warmth all to herself.

"What are your quirks? "

The question startled Emma. She looked at Greyson looking at her and wanted to reply to his answer, she had to be careful or she would scare him off.

"My quirks? I have a magazine at my house that I won't get rid of. I've read it exactly 231 times. Its an issue of ARTNews that has an article about sculpting." Emma thought about the article and its predictability. She wished she had it with her now.