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“I know,” he stated.
“I still feel bad we haven’t asked his name,” I admitted.
“That’s because you’re you.”
Now what did that mean?
Last night, I was the spoiled rich girl out slumming.
Now, I’m a nice person?
I was beginning to agree with Javi.
We needed to have a conversation before I got whiplash trying to figure out what was in his head.
He took us to Thai Chili 2go, and the minute he parked, I was delighted he decided on that one, because I suddenly needed those spicy chicken bites and pad thai like I needed oxygen.
I opened my door to jump down, and my feet barely hit the asphalt before Javi was there.
He took my hand, guided me out of the door, shut it, and kept hold of my hand as we walked to the restaurant.
Oh yeah.
Holding my hand?
Serious to the seriously.
What on earth was going on?
We stood at the menu thing as Javi perused it. Since I knew what I wanted, I pulled my hand from his and ordered.
I was down by the register getting out my wallet when Javi said, “Mine’s with hers, and I’m paying.”
I looked to him to see he was addressing the register guy.
I turned to the register guy. “This isn’t a date. I’m getting mine.”
Register guy started ringing me up.
“Mine’s with hers,” Javi repeated. “And I’m paying.”
Register guy looked to Javi.
Javi pushed me out of his way, pulling out his wallet.
“I can get my own dinner,” I told him.
He looked down at me. “I know you can. That doesn’t mean you are.”
“Okay then, I don’t want you to buy my dinner,” I returned.
Javi switched his attention to register guy. “She’s full of it because we’re fighting. This is a date and I’m buying her dinner.”
Register guy nodded and started poking at the screen while I experienced heart palpitations.
“This is not a date!” I cried.
“Yes, it is,” Javi retorted.