The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}

eight.

I climbed out of the car once I was dropped off outside the restaurant. There stood Luke, twisting his feet together and looking for me. He smiled when I reached him. "You're beautiful," he said.

"So are you," I beamed. He cocked his head. "I mean, man-beautiful." Rosalie Digs Herself a Deeper Grave: An Autobiography.

"Handsome," he offered.

"Yes! Handsome! That's the..." I cut myself off. "That's the word," I mumbled.

Four more awkward remarks and we were seated.

"This better be the best darn meal I've ever eaten, I had to practically beg my brother to drive me here." I chuckled.

He did not.

"So that's your brother Joseph you told my guard about?" Luke said, shoving some more salad into his mouth.

"No that's my brother Leo."

"You have two brothers?"

"I have six brothers."

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. Let me tell you, I swear I blew his pea-sized brain with that one sentence.

"Six brothers? That's so cool."

I made a face. "No, Bob Dylan and close up magic, that's cool. Having six brothers? That's a nightmare."

He frowned. "Well my brothers don't live at home anymore."

"I envy you."

"I don't."

"Of course you don't envy yourself. That's because you're you. People don't ever envy what they have until they don't have it. You seen any Disney movies lately?"

He smiled slightly. "My mum says I'm too old for them."

"Your mom is wrong." I paused, making connections in my brain. "Wait, hold on. You're some big famous rock star, and you won't watch a movie because your mommy said no?"

He blushed. "It's dorky, I know."

"It's cute."

He bit his lip to conceal a smile. "You too."

"Stop."

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Angry hippie & the beautiful man: an autobiography. ~Laura :)