From The Dining Table [H.S]

Chapter 17:

She stood holding a picture frame and I could see a confused look on her face. When she heard me come in she snapped her head up, knowing for some reason she wasn't supposed to be in here.

"Hey" she says softly, setting the picture back down, pretending it was nothing.

I raise my eyebrows quickly in response, a short hello-what are you doing?

"Ready for breakfast?" I ask and she smiles and nods, dropping this awkward moment. I know exactly what picture she held. I know exactly what was going through her head.

She comes to me, stopping, waiting for me to move. I step to the side and motion for her to walk through. She grins and passes me, going towards the stairs. I let out a deep breath, slowly closing the door, just like I shut all the memories.

I follow her down the stairs and to the front door. I lock the door behind us as we walk out and go to the side garage. I enter a code on the keypad on the wall and the door lifts up, revealing my three cars and motorcycle.

She makes a noisy chuckle, "A motorcycle?" she raises her eyebrows, stepping into the garage.

"Yeah, wanna ride that?" I ask, jokingly, as she walked up to it. I wasn't planning to actually take her to breakfast on it.

"No, they are dangerous" she says, although admiring it. She's right, they are and I've only rode it a couple times.

I just shrug my shoulders, "It makes me look bad" I say, acting tough. She snaps her head over her shoulder to look at me and narrows her eyes at me. I raise an eyebrow, "You like bad boys?"

She just shrugs before walking to my suburban. I mentally sigh, I've taken many dates in this car. It's nothing special.

"Let's take the convertible" I suggest, grabbing the keys out of a basket against the wall on a table.

She shrugs, "Okay, it doesn't really matter" she says and I unlock the doors. She get in on the passenger side and I turn on the car. I press a button and the top, that I keep on when I'm not using it so no bugs get in and no one steals anything, pulls back.

Without asking, she grabs a pair of Ray Bands sitting in the cup holder and puts them on. I grin at her, she's beautiful.

I rev the engine a little, warming up the car. "You really think you're a bad boy, huh?" she chuckles and looks over at me.

I smirk, "Oh baby," I say, putting an arm on the back of her seat, "I know I'm a bad boy" I say before hitting the gas and speeding out of the garage and down the long drive way.

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She's beautiful in general. But put her in a convertible with wind flowing through her hair, my sunglasses on, and music playing and she's gotten ten time prettier.

It's hard to focus on driving when she's sitting right there looking like that. Even if she is in the same clothes as yesterday. I make a mental note to not take the convertible. I'm scared I'll get in a wreck while admiring her. And I never want to hurt her.

"What?" she asks as I look over at her with a smile while we were stopped at a red light.

I shrug with a smile, "Nothin" I say and I jump, hearing the car behind me honk. I look at the light and it's turned green. I hit the gas and speed through the light, making up for lost time looking at her. Although, no time feels lost as I look at her.

I pull up to a local pancake restaurant only open in the mornings for breakfast and brunch. I take a front spot and push the button, the top coming up and over us, securing us in. I look over at her and smile, "I hope you like pancakes."