Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I laugh. "No. It's just the movies. He's incredibly clean-cut."

"It was just you?"

"And my sister."

"Are you close?"

"No. Not anymore." She shut me out. I understand why she did it. Hell, I agree with her decision. But I miss her. I hate that I have to stalk her on Instagram to get updates on her life.

"Older or younger?"

"Older."

"Mine is older too."

"You just have one?"

"Yeah."

"Sabrina?"

His eyes turn down.

I back up. "Lily."

"Lily?"

"Yeah. My parents had a theme. She tells everyone they got the name from Harry Potter even though the books came out when she was nine."

"No one calls her on it?"

"Not usually."

"What's she do?"

"She's a programmer." Her office is in Santa Monica. It's a fifteen-minute walk from here. Sure, it's Saturday, but there's a chance she's there. She works a lot.

Or she used to.

I don't really know what she's been doing the last two years beyond the snippets I get on social media.

I turn my attention to the menu. Everything sounds good.

My stomach rumbles. It's still weird, craving food. Wanting a flavor. Really feeling hunger.

I used to love Indian food.

But that was a long, long time ago.

"Vegetable curry. Medium." I hand the menu back to him.

"You eat meat?"

"Oh. Yeah. I just like vegetable curry." I brush my wet hair behind my ear. "Is that wrong?"

He arches a brow.

Okay. I'm lacking confidence when it comes to my preferences. But I'm getting there. "You got a problem with that?"