When Sparks Ignite

Chapter Five: It's Always The Little Things

We ended up sitting and talking for hours after eating lunch. We got a few odd stares, which was understandable. When you looked at both of us together we were complete, and total, opposites. He was in all black, where as I was in all white. He had black hair, while I had blonde. His eyes were like chocolate, mine were like an ocean. He's a skyscraper, when next to him I looked like a child. We actually discussed it earlier and had had a good laugh. It was quite comical.

Our topic of conversation was mostly focused on our likes and dislikes. We happened to have a lot in common, though we did have a difference of opinion on some things. For instance, as childish as it seems, we were arguing about Disney movies.

"I don't care what you think," I disagreed with him leaning over the table to get in his face, "Bambi is way better than The Lion King."

He leaned over too, meeting me halfway, "How so?" he questioned me.

I paused trying to think of a reason, "because, um... it just... he... um...," I stuttered trying to form a semi-intelligent argument.

Noticing my inability to do so he smirked at me, "see, you can't even give me one reason." He paused, as I did, as he realized how close we were. I noticed his eyes flicker to my lips.

I was quickly pulled out of the daze as I heard an Aww and a chuckle that came from next to us. I blushed and turned to see the interruption had come from an elderly couple that had stopped as they were walking by. The man winked and grabbed his wife's hand starting to walk again. Just before they were out of range I heard the woman say to her husband, "Oh Al, they looked so good together. The way those two were bickering, doesn't it remind you of our first date?" I heard the man laugh and tell her, "Let's pray for that boy Gladdy, she looks like a fiery one that one." The rest was lost as they turned a corner.

By now my face was a deep scarlet. Chris just sat there smiling. Things were quiet as we got settled back in our seats. Chris broke the awkward tension, "So Sammi, I probably should have asked this earlier, but should I be worried about a Mr. Taylor coming after me?"

"No," I smiled as I noted, "I'm a single pringle." I giggled at the odd saying I had picked up in high school. My eyes went wide as I covered my mouth. I haven't giggled like that ever since I could remember. Suddenly I couldn't stop it. It was like flood gates of laughter had finally been opened. I slowly stopped after a few minutes. "I'm sorry," I giggled again, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

He just looked at me with that amused smirk he seemed to always be wearing, "It's alright, it's cute," he blushed, observing something I'd never been told. "Anyway, same here. So you're twenty and single. Do you have any kids?"

I frowned, trying to think of how to phrase my answer. "Yes and no," he looked at me confused, "My sister and her husband were in an accident last year, they didn't make it. I didn't want my niece living with some distant relative she'd never met, so I told the social worker I would take her. She had no problems allowing me custody seeing as I have more than enough money to give her everything she could ever need or want," I explained.

Chris's eyes held sympathy, but instead of telling me sorry like everyone else, he surprised me. "She must be so proud of you," he smiled, "your sister I mean. Taking care of her little girl even though your so young."

"Thank you," I laughed when he asked me what for. "You're the first person who hasn't gave me the classic I'm sorry for your loss nonsense, or gave me pity. I hate it when people do that," I conceded.

He nodded. We sat for a few more minutes in a comfortable silence, watching the children play. Sadly, it was broken when the alarm on my phone went off signaling Amnesty was getting out of school in half an hour. "Ah Amnesty is getting out of school now," his brows furrowed, "my niece." He nodded in understanding. I didn't say anything for a few moments. Though what I proposed next surprised even me, "Would you like to come with me?"

-Author's Note-

So I decided to update again. It's pretty short I concur, but c'est la vie. I hope you guys enjoy this. Also, if you vote comment or whatever it would mean a lot. Like a whole lot. Not much to say today as well I suppose. Stay safe, and careful, and don't die or go into a coma. Because well, then no one would be here to read my writing.

Sincerely,

Adrianna