“What about it?” He asked in confusion, looking down at his outfit and knotting his eyebrows.
I sat up, confused as well, and ran a hand through my hair. I have never ever imagined him wearing shorts. Hell, I had a mini heart attack seeing him in jeans or anything casual, but shorts? That was cardiac arrest waiting to happen. Especially since I could see his shirt underneath, his white collars poking out.
I burst into laughter, leaning back into the chair, my legs lifting up.
Darius’s eyebrows knotted again, a sign he was confused as he stared at me till I calmed down.
“Oh god,” I said, wiping my face. “Man, you look young. Don’t young people wear shorts?”
He frowned at me, his green eyes looking even brighter against the red. He cleared his throat. “I am young.”
Oh right, he was. How old was he again? Twenty-something. But I had to admit, he did look good, too good, but I never thought he would ever wear shorts.
At least he did not have chicken legs, that would be horrible. No, his legs were muscular. And somehow he pulled it off pretty well, even thought he wore a jumper. Wasn’t he feeling hot?
Shorts were more of an Adrian thing, looking like an idiot. But Darius did it well.
“Hey,” I said, looking into the cup as he placed it back on the table. “You drank it all.”
He shrugged as he leaned against the table and crossed his hands. I raised an eyebrow.
“Why do you look so happy?”
He did, he was cheery and it was…weird. He shrugged again, taking his phone out and I matched his shrug and placed my forehead back on the edge of the table and closed my eyes.
“What are you doing today?” he suddenly asked and I opened my eyes, staring at my feet. I wriggled them, realizing my nail polish was old and chipped. I can’t even remember the last time I put it on. Was it with Rose?
I looked from of the corner of my eye. Darius was wearing runners, running shoes. Oh god, this was getting weirder by the moment.
“Nothing…” I said, lifting my head and staring at the blinds. No, don’t look at the light. I turned to look at him, confused. “Why?”
“Good.” He nodded as he grabbed my wrist off the table and gave me a pull to my feet and out of my chair.
“What?” I asked as his eyes ran over me, and I looked down at my attire, jeans and a top.
“That’ll do. Let’s go.” He turned around, walking off and tugging me after him.
“Wait, Dairy, where are we going?”
I saw his lips curve up into a smile before it vanished as my eyes were blinded when he opened the door.
Damn the sun.
I turned to look at him. Damn his face, I thought as he placed his sunglasses on. Oh lord, have mercy.
He looked at me and I closed my mouth quickly. I wasn’t drooling, was I? Now that would be slightly embarrassing.
“-omeone to meet…”
Who to meet what? I only caught the last of what he was saying as a car pulled up and I lifted a hand to shield my eyes against the bright sun. Since when did the weather start to act bi-polar again? Oh wait, it was Melbourne. Tt was always bi-polar. Rain one day, sun the next half of the same day.
“Come on, get in,” he ushered me into the car. Alright, bossy pan-shorts, I was going. I froze when I came face to face with the driver and awkwardly smiled. Well, hello. “Hi?” I said, sitting in my seat, confused and clearing my throat.
Was Darius sitting in the back?
Darius closed the door and I jumped. Right, seat belt. I watched him walk around the car. What on earth was he up to? He pulled the door open and said something to the driver who nodded and got out.
He was driving, again?
He got in and started the engine, pulling out of the driveway while putting on his belt with his other hand. I opened my mouth to ask him where we were going but then realised he did tell me. I was just too busy staring at his face.
I watched as he turned around corners, trying to recognise the roads he was taking. Maybe that would give me a hint.
If he went left instead of right, I could cross out the local shopping plaza nearby.
If he went straight rather than turn around, the beach would be out of the option. Plus, it wasn’t beach weather just yet.
Where were we going?
I waited as patiently as I could, which wasn’t very easy till we finally came to a stop, half an hour later. I didn’t even recognise the place. He unbuckled and got out and I was confused. Okay. Where were we?
I unbuckled as well, opening the door and stepping out. I looked at the building. It was made out of bricks with a sign that was old, rusted and had letters missing. I could barely make out what he was saying.
“Let’s go,” he said, nodding, and I followed him to the side where there was a small door leading upstairs. I paused.
This looked dodgy.
“Um, Dairy?” I asked. He was half way up the stairs before he looked over his shoulder. “Where are we?”
“Come on. You’ll see.”