Let’s out a defeated sigh, while throwing his plastic spoon into the closest garbage can. “Fair enough. I don’t think I could live with the shame of ruining a book with chocolate pudding.”
Both hands are placed in his lap, eyes trained carefully on her as Caleb tried to think of anything that he remembered her saying.
“No, I’m sorry. I don’t remember. . .”
Opens his mouth, taking a deep breath from all his nervous rambling.
“I’m sorry. What were you saying? I wasn’t really listening and… completely spaced out.”
There was a furrowed brow at the mention of her being from New Orleans, it definitely threw him off guard.
“Really? I never saw you there before.” He commented quietly while walking over towards a table. “When did you move here?”