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She guessed he wasn't so bad to look at, for an older guy. She didn't know what age range she really had a thing for or if it was just a personality thing that attracted her but that would be a lie cause she thought Ashton was gorgeous from the moment she saw him in the club. So apparently she did have a type. She just wasn't so sure what it was, yet. The man before her was a smooth talker and he had the confidence to back it up so oddly enough, it worked for him, adding a few points to the attractive score. But she definitely wouldn't catch herself looking at him the way she did at Ashton. When she asked him what he was, he looked puzzled at first and started to say that he was a man in a diner. She waved her hand dismissively and shook her head. "No, no, no. You're not a man cause that would make you human, which you're not." She felt she needed to point that out to him. He wasn't about to lie to her and tell her he was human when she could smell the otherworldliness on him a mile away. He chuckled, apparently finding it humorous but her eyes narrowed in challenge. He almost seemed disappointed for a second that he had to answer. Was he miffed about what he was or something? Interesting. She straightened up and cleared her throat when the waitress brought their food over, trying to look as innocent as possible but giving the man pointed glares until she walked away. Then she leaned forward again, just in time to catch his response. Her eyes widened and lit up as she brought her hands up and made fists, a delicious squeal falling from her lips. "Really?!" She glanced around, seeming to notice she'd gotten too loud and drew some stares. Clearing her throat, she glared at everyone in turn until they turned back to their meals before she leaned forward again. "I've never met one before! But my alpha told they exist and I almost didn't believe him." She tilted her head, looking him up and down thoughtfully. He continued to eat so she finally remembered that she had food in front of her. She dove into the bacon and eggs with gusto, but kept giving him curious glances in between bites. He was all manners and politeness, saying it was a pleasure to meet her. She raised a brow. "Nice to meet you, too, Boone." She felt it only right to say it back. Isn't that what was expected? When she asked about his rough night, he chuckled like it was funny and drank some more and she watched him more intently. What was so funny? Her question or his night? He gave a vague answer and then finished it off even more vaguely. By this point, she was leaned halfway across the table. She leaned back and cleared her throat again, scowling as she crossed her arms. "Oh? How so? Get a date with a pretty girl? Win some money playing a card game?" She was trying to think of the things she saw in movies that guys did at night. Was she missing anything? She missed the waitress' reaction his response entirely, too focused on trying to read his face. Then he told her she didn't look much better and she scoffed before eating some more food. She shrugged. "I went dancing, met a guy and played games all night at the arcade." Maybe it wasn't as extravagant as his night but she wasn't ashamed of how she spent her night. She had fun. |