The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 12: Affection

"No." She shook her head and gulped down her water.

"Why not?" I asked, amused by her awkwardness.

"Because!" Her face reddened while she looked around, as if someone could be watching her.

I laughed and popped my lips. "That's not a reason. But, okay. I won't make you do something that you don't wanna do." She sighed relieved. "I won't make you do it, because you'll want to do it yourself."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Because you're attracted to me. And that attraction will only grow. One day you are gonna be so eager to kiss me that you won't be able to restrain yourself." I smirked.

"Oh my god, you're so full of yourself." Cara laughed and shook her head. "Who says I'm attracted to you?

"I don't know." I shrugged before taking a sip of my tonic, I pointed at her with it. "You didn't deny it."

"I-" she made a sound similar to a growl and covered her face with her hands. Her groan became laughter a second after. "I hate you."

I smiled.

She sobered up and spoke, not even glancing up at me as she played with her napkin. "What are we doing next?"

"Trying to change the subject?" My smile only grew wider.

"Theme park? Movies?" She offered, still not looking at me.

I laughed.

"Giving you a matching black eye?" Cara glanced up at me and cocked her head with an angelic smile.

I laughed harder. "Whoa. Okay. You looked just like your brother." I mumbled between laughs.

"What?" She frowned.

"Nothing." I shook my head slowly. "We're actually going to an art exhibit."

"Oh." She pursed her lips and her shoulders sank.

"Don't look so disappointed." I chuckled. "I think you'll like it."

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It was an exhibit of abstract art. I had thought she'd like it and I was right. Cara studied them interested, but she also laughed since she thought some of them were hilarious. I couldn't blame her. Art was like that, it made you feel a million different kind of ways and for some odd reason, art made Cara laugh.

I explained some concepts about the exhibit and the artists and she stared at me mouth agape, a slight frown between her brows. She sometimes nodded, but I knew she wasn't quite catching up.

"How do you know all that?" She asked curiously.

I shrugged.

There was a painting that really caught her attention, and I smirked when she approached it slowly, head cocked to the side, furrowing her brow.

"Where have I seen this before?" She asked softly.

I waited patiently, hands behind my back as I stared at her amused.

"Oh my god! That's the painting from the clinic! The one that looks like a...." she closed her mouth and stared at me, lips pursed.

"A vagina, yes." I nodded once, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Did you know it was here?" She asked a little too loud for this kind of ambience.

I did.

"No." I lied.