Page 147 of Falling for You
‘That’s incredible.’
I smile. ‘Thanks.’
‘Is that your job, then? You’re a costume maker?’
I take a sip of my drink. ‘No,’ I say. ‘I just do costumes on the side. What do you do?’
I notice him fiddling with a ring that he’s taken off his pinkie. It’s a gold band with a small green stone on it.
‘That’s nice,’ I say, glancing down at the ring.
He looks down at it, caught off guard. ‘Ah. It’s my mom’s. I’m a writer.’
‘Are you here on holiday?’
‘Nope.’ He pushes his lips together. ‘I decided to throw it all in and spend a few months living in the bright lights of London.’
I raise my eyebrows at him. ‘There aren’t many bright lights here.’
‘Tell me about it. It’s rained non-stop since I’ve been here. You know, they don’t tell anyone that? Every film about London is all sunshine, no rain at all.’
I give him a knowing look. ‘It’s our best-kept secret.’
He takes a sip of his beer. ‘Well, are there any other secrets I should know?’ His eyes glint at me and I’m surprised to feel my stomach swoop. ‘You can tell me … this love of tea is all an act, right? You don’t all actually love it that much?’
I gasp in mock horror. ‘Blasphemy!’
‘Oh no.’
‘You can’t say that in a room full of Brits, are you crazy?’ I grin at him.
‘You actually like it, then?’
‘Love it.’ I smile. He almost looks disappointed. ‘Hook it to my veins. I have about six cups a day.’
‘Six?’
‘That’s on a good day. If I’m in a bad mood it could be closer to eight.’
He runs his fingers through his hair. ‘Just when I thought you might be perfect.’
I smile into my glass, my heart jumping about my body. We fall into a loaded silence as we both sip our drinks.
‘Can I tell you something?’ he asks.
‘Sure.’
‘This is the nicest conversation I’ve had since moving here.’
It’s mad, but it catches me so off guard that it takes my breath away. He looks so serious, and he’s looking right into my eyes, leaning towards me slightly.
‘Really?’ I manage.
He nods.
Excitement shoots up my body as he leans a bit closer. Oh my God, I think he’s going to kiss me. I want him to kiss me.
‘Until you met a bat?’ I say.
