I try to keep myself busy the night before the Spanish GP’s practice rounds. The attempts include working out, cooking dinner in a small kitchen unfit for anything not straight out of the freezer section, and watching an episode of a TV show my mum recommended. Clearly the last attempt was a stupid decision, seeing as Elena parked herself on the small couch next to me, claiming she loves the show. There goes my attempt to stay away from her.
I see what you did there, Mum.
Throughout the night, I attempt to ignore Elena’s glances my way. The way she bites on her lower lip tells me she tries equally as hard as me to focus on the show. My hope for her to not speak fades away as she opens her mouth, releasing the bottom lip she bit raw.
“Can I ask you a question?” Her melodic voice pulls for my attention.
“No. I want to see what happens next.” Netflix betrays me, asking if I want to continue watching.
The universe truly hates me. It’s official.
“Come on. What’s the harm in one question?” She turns toward me.
“Coming from the person who makes a living off asking hard questions? Everything. Plus, I want to know if they find another clue to the treasure.”
“Are you scared?” she teases.
I let out a forced laugh. “Of?”
“Answering a question or two.”
I lift a brow. “So now it’s two questions?”
She shoots me a beaming smile. “I’m bargaining.”
“I haven’t even agreed to one, let alone two.”
“What would make you agree?”
“If you get to ask questions, then I do too.” Yup. There goes my plan to avoid Elena at all costs.
“You always make everything so complicated.” She shakes her head. “But okay.”
“All right. Hit me with your first question.”
She tucks her legs under her. Her attempt at getting comfortable only means trouble. “What’s your biggest regret?”
Her question sparks my curiosity but not enough to make me answer that question right away.
“Can’t you hit me with easier questions to get to know me? Like what’s my favorite color?”
Her eyes narrow. “That’s easy. Green.”
My face must scream what the fuck because she lets out a breathy laugh. Elena gives me a look that would make other men kneel before her and beg for her time. But I’m not anything like other men. Too jaded, too disheartened, too damn self-deprecating.
“Aw, you expected me to guess black. I’m insulted how little you think of my skills. Your toothbrush and your water bottle are green. You may only wear black, but I’m onto you.”
I hide my smile behind my hand. “Lucky guess. Name one of my favorite movies.”
“Jurassic Park.”
Well, shit. Either she stole my phone or she knows her stuff.
“How did you guess that one?” I choke on the words.
“People say the best way to know the enemy is by conducting thorough observations.”
“You’re absolutely crazy.” And I absolutely like it.