Page 38 of Death is My BFF
“Maddox? Does he carry a switchblade around his penguin cankle?”
“No, but if you make fun of Maddox’s cankles, you’ll get the flipper.” I lifted the penguin’s arm and swatted the air for emphasis.
“He’s crazy.” David tore the wrapper off his straw. “So what do you want to know about me?”
“Hmm.” I picked at my cheese fries with a cute little plastic fork.
“In one word, how would you describe yourself?”
“Extremelysexy.”
I rolled my eyes and we both fell into a fit of laughter. “And humble.”
“What’s your favorite food?” David asked, before biting into a hot dog.
“Tie between mac and cheese and tacos.” I was going to say cupcakes, although that was more of a dessert, at least to “normals.”
“I respect that.”
“What about you? You look like a steak and potatoes kind of guy.”
“Great,” David replied sarcastically, “I’m supposed to give off the lobster and chardonnay vibe.”
“Maybe from a distance. I don’t like lobster, do you?”
“Nah, they scream way too loud when you kill them.”
I stifled a laugh at his dark humor. “It’s awful. My grandpa used to cook bunches of live lobster in this huge stockpot at his house for family parties. Totally traumatizing.”
David shuddered. “If my grandfather had a lobster Jacuzzi in his house it would freak me out too.” He finished off his current hot dog and wiped his mouth with a napkin as he contemplated.
“Back to your question though, steak and potatoes are great and all, but I have a major sweet tooth. Is it weird to say my favorite food is frosting? If it is, then I’ll lie and say my favorite food is cake.”
“Frosting is the best creation since sliced bread!”
A slow, lazy grin. “Easily the hottest thing a girl has ever said to me.”
“Morning person or night owl?” I asked.
“Night owl.” His head inclined. “It’s when I get the most work done. You?”
“I’m the same way. We’ve now reached the point of the date where you have to tell me your zodiac sign before we can take this any further.”
Now he rolled his eyes. It was criminally hot. “Sagittarius.”
“I’m a Libra.” I formed an angel halo over my head with my fingers. “The most gentle and cooperative of the signs.”
He snorted. “Gentle, maybe, but cooperative?”
I chucked a dry french fry at his chest, which he caught and happily ate.
“How serious are you about astrology?” David inquired, leaning his forearms onto the table as he sipped his soda through a straw.
“I like to believe it holds some truth. I’ve always loved anything celestial. Look at the complexity of planet Earth alone and the endless universe our little world is surrounded by. We must havesomeconnection to the stars, to other galaxies, to each other. Don’t you think?”
“I think I can get on board with some of it. The concept of the zodiac is as old as Babylonian times. Ever hear about Ptolemaic astrology?”
“Of course! He’s a famous Greek astrologist. I have this huge astrology book in my room that has Ptolemy in it. My aunt owns a bookstore and gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago. I used to read it late at night with a flashlight under my comforter and take notes.” Heat crept up to my face. “I’m rambling, sorry. That all sounded a lot less geeky in my head . . . ”