Page 114 of Girls Will Be Girls
“So, they don’t know about…” I trail off.
“What Otto did?” He asks, and I nod. “As much as I hate my brother, I don’t hate him enough to bring our parents into our crap.”
“How noble.”
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in.
“You want the last piece?” He hands me the last of the pretzel.
I look up at him and smile. “I do, thanks.”
He kisses my forehead and steers me to the next bakery.
In between moans while we eat the biggest and flakiest chocolate croissant I’ve ever seen, Lou asks me more about what I’d really like to write. I tell him more about how I love the idea of writing about trends, how I think it’s so fascinating seeing what people are connecting with on such a global level, and why. How I loveLureso much that I’m desperate for them to promote me, and that I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else.
“You should really tell them.” He says swallowing a bite.
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“You’re so good at your job, they’d do whatever you ask just to keep you.”
I laugh. “Sure.”
“I’m serious.” He grins. “You should ask.”
“Maybe,” I say again with a smirk.
He copies my move and gives me a dramatic eye roll. I poke him in the ribs, but he just uses my hand to pull me closer.
At our final stop, with a hazelnut latte piled with whipped cream as high as this sugar high I’m on, and a piece of chocolate mud cake, we sit down by the lake and struggle to finish the last bites.
“You’ve murdered me,” I whine. “Death by sugar.”
Lou shakes his head. “I can’t finish this.” He passes the cake back to me.
“For the greater good,” I say, shoving the last piece in my mouth.
He puts his arm around me, resting it on the back of the bench, and I shamelessly snuggle into him.
“Question?” He says.
“Mm-hm.” I hum into his side.
“If you could travel anywhere, where would it be?”
“Hmm, maybe Iceland,” I say. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“That would be cool.” He nods against my head.
“You?”
He thinks for a second. “I’ve always wanted to go to Rome. You know they still have a working aqueduct?”
I lift up to face him with a huge grin on my face. “I knew it. I knew you were obsessed with Rome and aqueducts and ancient shit!”
He laughs. “What? Why?”
I hover my finger around him. “You have such Roman Empire vibes.”
