She Dims the Stars

Not once has he asked how I knew where he lived. Or how I found out what his last name is. I don’t know if that should put me at ease or make me more nervous, so I try to shut the thoughts down altogether. Which is hard, because sometimes I think all I’m made up of is a constant train of thoughts.

We don’t talk much on the way, and that suits me just fine. He’s a watcher, and I stare at his profile as he takes in the other students walking by us or hanging around in groups. They’re drinking or smoking or talking too loudly. His face is an open book, and it’s like I can see inside his head exactly what he’s thinking about all of them as we pass by. His eyes roam some of them from top to bottom, and I wonder if he’s putting their physical attributes somewhere in a file in his brain for later use.

When we reach the diner, he seems to snap out of his little people watching trance and finally acknowledges that I’m by his side. Elliot’s smile is endearing and a little shy as he holds the door open for me, his height so much greater than mine that I don’t even have to duck beneath his arm to enter. Not that this is much of a feat. At five foot three, I can walk under most guys’ arms. I’d bet Elliot stands just under six foot, though. Still much shorter than his roommate.

His fingers fidget as he scans the crowd before resting his hand gently on my lower back and leading us to a booth in the middle of the restaurant. The table is sticky with syrup and the air is thick with the smell of bacon and eggs. His lips press into a thin line while he pretends to read the menu, but his eyes are wandering elsewhere, and I sit back to watch him some more. He’s wearing contacts again, his dark brown eyes peering across the top of the menu and looking beyond my shoulder.

“Do you have a huge bacon boner right now, or is there someone behind me that you’re freaked out about? I can’t tell if you’re scared or horny.”

His eyes flick to mine and a look of terror crosses his face. “I assure you, the two are not mutually exclusive. Sometimes they go hand in hand, but right now, my ex is sitting two tables to the left, facing me.” He raises the menu a little higher and tries to shift down in his seat.

“Huh.” I try to play it cool, but I fail at that kind of stuff, so I just end up turning around and looking for whoever this girl must be. There are three of them, and two are exceptionally pretty. One is average. I assume with the way he’s about to lose his shit, he dated one of the hot ones. I turn back around, and his face is completely obscured by the menu now. “Blonde or super blonde?”

“What?” His eyes reappear and he blinks a bunch of times.

“Is it the hot blonde one or the hot super blonde one? Because I’m assuming that the third wheel is only there to make the other two feel secure about themselves, right? And that can’t possibly be your Kelsey-Chelsea.”

His entire face is visible now, and his mouth is hanging halfway open. “Are you a witch?”

I laugh and shake my head before leaning back against the seat. “So which one?”

“Super blonde,” he says quietly and averts his eyes like he’s suddenly really intent on figuring out what kind of topping he wants on his pancakes.

It makes sense, though. Elliot would be totally pressed about being dumped by a girl of that caliber. It has to be a blow to the ego. And he’s such a nice guy. I don’t even know the girl and I already hate her.

Truth be told, I don’t really know Elliot all that well, either.

I scoot out of my seat and into his, pressing myself against him, hip to hip. He’s stone still, staring straight ahead like he’s afraid if he moves I’ll attack him. His eyes slide in my direction, his long eyelashes raising higher as they widen, and I hear him faintly whisper, “What are you doing?”

I clear my throat and turn a little before resting my hand on his. “Let me just say one thing before we do this, okay?” He nods just the slightest bit before I continue. “I am in no way attracted to you. And this doesn’t mean anything. Now say something funny.”

He turns to face me so fast that our noses almost brush. “Funny.”

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