Page 26 of Resist
My laughing stopped. “What?”
“They’re like glitter. It’s beautiful.”
My mouth fell open like a fish out of water, and for the second time that evening, I couldn’t voice a word. Not one. Which was unusual for me, because I’d become quite good in recent years at voicing whatever the hell I needed to.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking his beer bottle against my glass.
“Oh, yes, cheers.” I took a much-needed gulp.
“So, you were telling me about green rooms.”
“I … I was?”
“Yeah. Why they’re green.”
“Oh, right. Yes.” I realised I could do with a green room myself right about now, and adjusted my position on my seat. “Most people are nervous before appearing on TV so are placed in a green room to relax because the colour green has a calming effect.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Think about it. The countryside is relaxing. Trees are relaxing. Grass is relaxing. Green is, in more ways than one, grounding.”
He swigged his beer, and I couldn’t help notice his lips glisten.
“You know a lot about colours. Are you an artist or something?”
“No.” I diverted my pervy gaze. “I just like colours and what they represent.”
“That’s cool.”
Cool?Suddenly, Lucas’s lingo and magic tricks really spotlighted the difference in our age and it made me somewhat uneasy.
“So,” I said, choosing to ignore his last comment. “Tell me … what’s your favourite colour?”
“It used to be blue.”
“Used to be?”
“Yeah, it’s now purple.”
Heat flushed my body, so I once again raised my wine glass to my lips and eyed him over the rim. “Are you sure about that?”
He swigged his beer and nodded.
“Purple is not as masculine as blue.”
“True, but it’s more masculine than pink.”
“True, but there’s also nothing wrong with pink.”
“I’m not saying there is. Some of my favourite things are pink.”
My stomach clenched, and I crossed my legs. His words, his eyes … they were telling me things they shouldn’t be saying.
“Such as?” I asked, taking another sip.
“Pigs.”
I nearly choked on my wine. “Pigs?”
