"Favourite coffee?"
"Undecided."
"Color?"
"Differs with my mood."
"Day of the week?"
"Any ending in y."
Levi sighed, rubbing a hand over his fine stubble. "Birth place?"
"Oh, the one and only Oklahoma."
"Oh, so you are a southern girl." He winked, taking a long drink of his water. Either Levi was avoiding the alcohol as much as I was, or he could see I was avoiding it and thus did so himself. I respected that, either way, although the latter wasn't exactly neccessary.
"Born and raised," I muttered distractedly. Levi had driven us to an open bar restautant. When he'd told me, I didn't think the place could quite fit with his image, admitedly.
But as we entered, and the fresh smell of coffee and warmth met us with a gust of homelyness, I couldn't hold out the grudge. Fairy lights painted the walls, twisted inside the glass backs of chairs, and hung from the cieling. And strangely, it was exactly Levi. Not overtly expensive looking, with ridiculous looking sculptures littering the place, but not too country, homely, average.
The pale walls were refreshing, lighting the place up from the deep wooden bar counter and stools at the centre of the floors. Glass tables and chairs were scattered around it and the room, lingered with various people. It was stunning, and I'd told Levi that as he lead us to our table. I'd also mentioned that I would have been perfectly fine with eating at a drivethrough, which he obviously shot down, telling me he wanted our date to be special.
"What about you?" I finally asked, pulling my eyes from his face. I felt a flicker of excitement at finally finding out where that accent came from.
"France." He said, smiling slightly like he was picturing a fond memory.
I nodded, that explains the accent I thought. "Where abouts in france?"
"A little town called Annecy."
I thought I'd heard him wrong. Naturally lifting an eyebrow, I waited for the laughter, the little look, something to tell me this was not a coincidence. "Are you serious?" I asked a little louder than I'd intended.
He had the decency to look pertuebly confused. I didn't blame him. "No, I'm not. Why?"
"Annecy... Like, the town near Geneva?"
He nodded slowly, watching me with an odd expression. "I take it you've heard of it."
"Heard of it? Me and my Dad love Annecy. It's so beautiful, we were planning of going this fall, before-" I stopped short, my breath leaving me suddenly. I lowered my head quickly as my eyes fluttered shut with reserved, internal anger. That was ridiculous, so ridiculous.
I felt my hand clench under the tables surface, as my other reached up to wipe my mouth with the cloth provided. For no means other than to distract myself from my uncharacteristic spilling.
In the meantime, Levi's eyes were completely focused on me. He hadn't been eating as I talked, and I was aware how he directed his complete focus to my face, my lips, my eyes, like every word I spoke was the key to answering life's most important questions. The grin he wore at my former enthusiasm faded slowly. "Hey," I saw his hand reach over, reaching for mine presumably, but I pulled away before I could see what he was doing. "Why'd you stop talking like that?"
I shook my head, not being able to think of anything to say. "Can we just talk about something else?" I asked quietly.
He seemed to notice the way my thought process was working, and nodded mutely. "Of course," but he didn't loose the almost solemn expression he wore. "What about your job?"
