"I really should go home and finish writing." I told Rocky seriously. We were sitting in his office after 5 pm on a Friday where I should have been on the beach with Aubrey and my other girls.
"You're still not done?" He questioned.
"Do you think we'd still be sitting six feet apart if I were finished?" I teased and took a bite of my salad we had ordered. "So we're really having our dinner at your office?"
"I have no choice, Nicole." He reminded me with his mouth full, "If I don't finish filling out this form my artist won't get the studio next week and she goes on tour and needs to finish."
"Okay," I raised my hands up, "I've been trying to keep you company." I reached over to get out my lap top.
I began to eye Rocky's intense expression and his lack of movement. "Are you thinking?" I asked him as I typed.
"Very hard." He replied and stood up. "I'm going to run down the hall to pick up a few copies. I'll be back."
"Okay," I told him with a nod and continued to write. I was so close to being finished I could taste it. I had written it almost entirely out of order. I wrote the things I learned as I learned them, meaning I hadn't written his childhood until a few days ago.
He came back in swiftly and handed a cookie to me. "Here," He stuck it out.
"What is this for?" I asked him as I took it.
"For staying with me." He replied.
I took it from him and broke it in half. "Share it with me." I handed half of it back to him.
"Nicole it's yours." He said as he went to sit down.
"I wanna share it, don't be so gruff." I rolled my eyes and got up from my place to hand it to him.
"Nicole, really?" He looked at me incredulously.
"What?" I brought his half of the cookie up to his mouth and he looked at me disapprovingly before taking a small bite.
"Sometimes you're like a child." He told me as he licked his lips.
I admired his features and shrugged, "Sometimes it's good to be a child. Let loose and have some fun."
He gave me an odd look and then moved his mouth forward to take another bit of the cookie in my hand. There was still a small piece left of his part and before he reached for it I put it in my mouth with a smirk.
"You are such a child." His smile grew and he turned away, "I thought we were splitting it."
"I changed my mind?" I shrugged and walked back over to my seat.
"Can I read it?" He nodded his head towards my lap top.
I made a face, "Do you really want to?"
"I'd like to." He responded, "It is about me after all."
"But I'm just hesitant." I told him.
"Why is that?" He questioned as he filled out paper work.
"Well, I like how it's turned out. And I don't want you getting any last minute idea's of 'you can't use that' You know?" I shrugged and typed.
"It's about me." He repeated.
"I'm aware, Rocky." I looked over to him, "I'll allow you to read after I'm done."
"What is there is something in there I don't approve of?" He retorted.
"You think after all I've been through with you and getting you to open up that I'd jeopardize my entire paper for the sake of putting something in you wanted kept a secret?" I scoffed, "Rocky, if you told me you didn't want it, I didn't put it."
