Hacker (Book 1)

Veronica Chapter 22

I wake a few hours later with Wendy still on my lap. Sebastian is still next to me, but now our hands are intertwined. I'm filled with the odd sensation of comfort and safety. I look up to see him staring at the wall lost in thought. I assumed he felt me move because he looks down at me a second later. His eyes aren't cold like I expected, but they're filled with kindness.

He brings his other hand up to brush a stray hair from my face. His hand lingers on the side of my face. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he says, "You sleep okay?"

"Well, I didn't wake up screaming so... sure," I say.

He lets out a small laugh, "Well we still have a couple hours before we get back."

"Alright, then we should play ten questions," I say.

"Ten questions?" He asks.

"You know," I say, "We each ask the other person ten questions, and you have to answer honestly."

"Okay," he says, "but you go first."

"Alright," I say, "My first question is... Are you a vegetarian?"

He starts laughing, "Am I a vegetarian? Um... No, I like steak too much."

"Steak?" I ask. I've heard of it, but I've never eaten it.

"Wait you've never had steak?" He says shocked.

"Maybe when I was little, but at school they were on a strict all diet consisting of vegetables, and more vegetables," I explain.

"Okay when we get back, I'm going to make sure you get a good plate of steak, and potatoes," he demands.

I let out a quiet laugh trying not to wake Wendy, "Okay my turn."

"Wait, no I haven't asked my question yet," he says.

"Yes you did you asked if I never had steak," I explain.

"That does not count," he says.

"Fine, you can ask me a question," I relent.

"Hmm, let's see," he thinks, "What's your favorite color?"

"Sea foam green," I say.

"That isn't a color," he says.

"Yes it is," I say defensively, "I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't a color."

"Fine, whatever," he relents, knowing arguing won't go anywhere.

"Okay it's my turn," I say excitedly, "Cold or Warm?"

"Cold," he answers quickly, "Now it's my turn. Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

I pause for a moment to think, then I say, "Tea."

"I'm going to use my third question, and ask what kind of tea?" He asks.

"There are different kinds of tea?" I ask.

"Did they not give you real food and drinks at your school?" He asks with a confused look on his face.

"That's question number four for you, and I already told you the the food options were limited to vegetables. They sometimes served unsweetened tea on holidays," I reply.

"Bless your soul," he says sympathetically.

We go on and on asking each other questions. Some random some serious. I'm fairly certain we passed ten questions about twenty questions ago. Every time he brought up food that I never had he told me he would make me try it when we get back. It was nice to just talk with him, the real him. Wendy stayed asleep the whole time, which was shocking because we were laughing up a storm.