Handled

Chapter Twenty-One

"Are we going to talk about it?" I asked stiffly, sitting in front of Silos' steel gaze, my freshly made spaghetti placed in front of me steaming. 

He sat in front of his steaming plate of chicken, that I was definitely going to taste, his eyes leveled on mine. 

"About what?"

"When you kissed me in the elevator" I answered back, just as calmly. 

He didn't flinch, or look away. 

He leaned forward on his elbows, dominating the space between us. 

I smirked, a complete power move. 

"We could" he stated, obviously leaving it open for me to begin. 

I leaned forwards as well, my elbows on the table as I stared back at him, "I'm about to devour this food, Silos, and you can't spring any weird conversation on me while I'm swallowing. I'll choke, and we've seen me do that enough today."

His lips pursed as he nodded, "I won't let you choke, again."

I rolled my eyes, slipping my napkin into my lap and grabbing my fork, "please, you thought it was funny" I shot him a small glare. 

I was rolling my noodles onto my fork, practically dancing in my seat. Silos had picked a upscale restaurant that was right around the corner from the building. I'd practically skipped here besides Silos as I read him the menu online, trying to decide what to order. 

I shoved the warm buttery noodles in my mouth, trying not to moan or drool as the flavors bursted on my tongue. Silos leaned back into his seat, and began cutting his food that I was still excited to try. 

"I didn't laugh at you" he responded back. 

I swallowed my delicious food, "you didn't have to laugh, you do that little crooked lip thing when you think I'm amusing" I rolled my eyes, "when you find something hilarious, like Jason eating tiles from slipping, both sides of your mouth crook. But half the time you're able to control it, and your eyes just light up." He paused slightly, "when you freeze like that it means you surprised. I surprise you a lot, which I get, I surprise myself too" I take another bite. 

He was just staring at me, his face stone. 

I was already halfway done with my meal, when I looked up to find him still staring at me. 

I blinked up at him, a small smile on my face, "is your chicken good?" I asked. 

He blinked, almost surprised as he looked down at his untouched plate. 

He quickly took a bite, nodding at me, "how's your pasta?"

"Good, good, super good. Would you like to try it?" I asked, only to make it fair for when I eat half of his food. 

He shook his head, a small smile on his face, "I don't like spaghetti."

My jaw dropped as I stabbed at one of the pieces of his chicken he had cut, his eyes following my move, "who doesn't like fucking spaghetti?" I asked outraged. 

He shook his head at me, a small chuckle as he watched me swallow his extremely tender chicken, "I don't like the red sauce, but I like meatballs by themselves and pasta alone, but not together" he shrugged. 

I took another bite of his food, a full blown smile crossing his face as he laughed at me. 

My heart stopped beating as his entire face transformed before my eyes. 

How is he so fucking beautiful?

My own lips tugged into a smile to match his own, "so what is your favorite food then?"