We walk a few blocks in silence. He doesn't mention anything about our kiss.
Maybe that's for the best.
Finally, he breaks the silence. "You go to your audition?"
I shake my head. "I slept too late."
"Can't let you take me to my car unless you went to your
audition."
"I'll go to another one."
His eyes meet mine. He holds up two fingers. "I'm collecting interest."
"Fair. I'll do two auditions." My eyes go to the ground. "I've been thinking more about acting, how I could pursue it in a practical way."
"Lots of people do."
I nod. Yeah. They do.
"You're stubborn enough you could make anything work."
"I'll take that as a compliment. But let's talk about this later. I'm tired."
He nods.
The next block takes us into the shade of a skyscraper. There are three food trucks parked at the curb and another three across the street.
The one in front of us is Vietnamese food, ban mi sandwiches and pho.
My stomach growls at the thought of a bowl of noodle soup.
"Beef pho and a Vietnamese iced coffee?" Kit asks.
I nod.
He points to a bench down the street. "Save our seats."
"Okay. Thanks in advance for lunch."
His brows screw then ease. "You're always polite."
"How else should I be?"
"No, it's good. Just different." He slides his leather jacket off his shoulders and nods to the bench.
I want to stay here with him, but I'd rather not eat standing up. I make my way to the concrete bench and take a seat. I lay his jacket in the spot next to me, that clear seat's taken sign.
The sun is exacerbating my headache. It makes it hard to appreciate the beautiful blue sky. Usually, I love staring at the concrete mecca of downtown LA. Today, I'm more interested in my shoes.
They're canvas sneakers in pastel pink. They scream innocent kid. But that's a lost cause.
I watch Kit from my seat on the bench. There's something cat-like about him. He gives off I don't need you or your attention vibes.
Does he really believe that?
I get caught up contemplating the matter until Kit takes the seat next to me.