Chapter 8 Lunch time

Looking at myself in the large mirror, I studied my face. My skin was pale but not almost-white. It wasn't orange and I didn't have an exotic tan. I had bright blue eyes though with long lashes which were permanently coated in mascara. My hair was an amber brown and fell in loose curls down my back.

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair and put on a smile. I then walked out the bathroom and returned to our table. As I reached the table, I found the waitress placing down our meals. "Thanks." Liam said to her just as I took my seat.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his brow creased. I smiled innocently. "Just girl problems." I was shocked when he didn't react aside from a nod. Most men blushed. I then realized, Liam was different, made of stronger stuff.

"So, do you have any allergies." Liam asked after a little silence

"Nope, but I don't like bananas and tofu. You?"

"Nah. I was lactose intolerant when I was younger but I grew out of that by the time I was 12."

"Intresting. So, what are you scared of? Any fears?"

He was silent in thought for a second before answering. "Not really, but dying alone scares me a little." I nodded in understanding. "You?"

"I'll answer in a second. You're not scared of public speaking?" He shook his head. "Heights?" again he shook his head. "Flying? Swimming? Spiders? Snakes? Terminal Illness?" He shook his head at all of them."Why would I be scared of swimming?" He asked. And I responded with a shrug. "Drowning." He nodded. "Okay. What are your fears."

I bit my lip. "Failure. Mostly to myself . sometimes my parents. I'm not claustrophobic but I feel sick in elevators. I get scared of strangers. When I was younger I would be very nervous just going to the bus stop. I was always, I don't know, scared of getting kidnapped or killed." I stopped, racking my brain for anything more. "I think that's all. I would have to say though, the thought of dying alone is a little scary."

"You got a big list there." He said the corners of his lips playing with a smile. I just shrugged.

"Okay, what are your pet peeves?" I asked to keep the ball rolling.

"Oh, I've got a lot." I rolled my eyes. "The top few then." I said simply and he nodded

"Okay, Not using manners, eating with your mouth open, people reading over my shoulder, text-messaging language. And I think thats the main ones." He said finishing with a flurry. "Yours?"

Resting my chin in my hand I thought before answering. "Okay, I hate children at weddings, and there are going to be tons at my sisters." He smiled at that comment. "Um, people going through my office. Only Ellise can because she knows my system. I don't like banks, sunburn, junk mail or unpredictable weather. Yeah, and people without manners."

"You're even fussier than me."

I shrugged. "I think you'll soon find Laim, I'm fussier, bossier and neater than you. I am also extremely boring." He seemed quite taken back by that but soon recovered.

"I agree you are fussier, bossier and neater. But boring? I don't think you're boring." He said with a subtle shake of his head and a small grin.

"I don't go out, refuse to ever party. I don't have much of a sense of humor and I rarely laugh or smile." I said folding my arms and leaning off the table.

"You smile. You couldn't stop smiling last time we met."

"They were nerves. Not real smiles that make my eyes sparkle. I haven't smiled like that since a kid. I do polite smiles, respectful smiles and nervous smiles." I said with a small shrug. Looking at him I found him a little bewildered. I sighed. "Liam, I'm not very exciting.You'll know that by the wedding, speaking of, we need a story."

By the time lunch was over, we agreed we'd keep the original story of us meeting in Green Bean, just in April not October. As Liam works as an accountant at an advertising company, we agreed we'd also keep the part of doing business together. With that and some other details worked out, we finished lunch and left the restaurant, going our separate ways until the 29th of November. "I'll drop the contract off at your office." He said shaking my hand before disappearing into the crowd.

True to his word, he dropped the contract in on Monday and by Friday, Mr. Pearson had signed and filled it. It was now official. All I was left to do was hope nothing went against the plan.