Page 50 of Just Another Silly Love Song

“All of the above.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’m confused because I’m getting this impression that I have no idea who you are. I’m surprised because it appears we have more than a few things in common. And I was stressed because you changed the subject so fast I almost got whiplash. We were talking about romantic comedies, and then, out of nowhere, you asked me how I slept last night. Where in the heck did that question come from?”

He chuckled. “Do I need to announce to you ahead of time when I’m going to change the subject?”

“No, but a smoother transition would be greatly appreciated.”

“Do you analyze every word that comes out of my mouth?”

I shrugged. “How could I not? It’s astonishing what comes out.”

Ben laughed. “Okay, I’ll give you that much. So, are you going to answer the question?”

“First, tell me why you want to know how I slept.”

He smiled. “You’re making a huge change from the night show to the morning show. That transition can’t be easy. I was just curious, that’s all.”

I tilted my head to the side. “That’s all?”

He nodded.

“It actually wasn’t so bad last night. I fell asleep right away since I stopped drinking coffee at night. This morning was a little more difficult to get up, but once I had my mocha it was business as usual.”

I expected him to beg for me to bring him a mocha again, but to my surprise he didn’t mention it.

He nodded again. “Good to hear. Sleep is important.”

I smiled, a little surprised that this was the second time he appeared to have a caring bone in his body. “Thanks for asking.”

“You’re welcome.”

We sat there in an awkward silence, most likely because that had to be the calmest exchange of words we’d had since we had met. It almost felt like a normal conversation, which I didn’t think was possible with a caveman.

Okay, I needed to scratch that word from my brain.

I promised I was going to stop calling him that, and I was going to keep my word.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought.

There’s more to Ben than meets the eye.

Kyle’s words made me want to dig deeper, to find out more about what made Ben tick, but the waiter returned so that would have to wait.

The waiter grabbed our empty plates and smiled. “Did you save room for dessert?”

Ben rubbed his stomach and smirked. “Probably not, but there’s no way we can pass up the tiramisu.” He held up two fingers. “Two, please.”

The waiter laughed. “Can’t blame you. Coming right up.”

I glanced at Ben and smiled, appreciating him ordering my favorite dessert. “What made you want to get into radio?”

Ben chuckled. “I’m surprised you don’t have that information by now, courtesy of Google.”

“Full disclosure, my grandma did Google you.”

“And did she discover anything interesting?”