Her

36

PHOENIX

Saturday.

"Good morning, princess."

"Hm."

"It's time to get up."

"It's Saturday."

"You'll get a good morning kiss."

"Who says I want that?" I murmur, already grabbing Aza's face and locking our lips.

"By the way," Aza says, opening her eyes, "you talk in your sleep."

"Oh. What did I say?"

"My name."

"Oh."

"Several times."

"Oh."

"Did you have a sex dream about me?"

"No."

"I thought actors were good liars."

"I'm hungry. Can we have breakfast?"

"Sure, little tomato," Aza says. "How about we go out to eat?"

We get ready, head to my car, start driving, find a random diner, get out of the car and get into the diner.

"There are so many options," I say, looking at the menu. "What do you want to eat?" I look up, at Aza.

"You," she says, winking.

"Shut up. You know what? You can order for me, surprise me."

"Well, then you can order for me, surprise me."

Ordering for Aza is even harder than ordering for myself. The menu seems to be endless, and I can't seem to pick anything. In the end, when the waiter turns to me, I point at number 09, which is pancakes. It's what we had the day we first kissed.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Something to drink? Oh, um..." I take another look at the menu. "Well..."

"Well..." He grins at me. "How about a sweet drink for a sweet girl?"

"Oh, that's actually really good! Can I have..." I point at 'hot chocolate', which is what we had on our first date. "...this one?"

"Sure you can. Would you like a small one or a big one?"

"Um... Big, I think."

"You think?" A grin. "The bigger the better, right?"

"Uh, right."

"Can I get you anything else?"

"No, that's all. Thanks."

"Anytime."

He leaves, giving me one last grin, which I return with a perplexed fake smile. I look at Aza, her smile from earlier gone.

"Ugh," she says. "That guy was totally checking you out."

"Checking me out? He was being polite - he was helping me."

"Um, no, babe. He was hitting on you. Didn't you see the way he looked at you?"

"Not really. I was busy with the menu."

"Well, he was practically raping you with his eyes."

"No, he wasn't," I say, laughing.

"Yes, he was. I was really tempted to ask for a different waiter."

"Hm. Looks like someone's a little jealous."

"Looks like someone's a little deluded."

"It's kind of hot."