“Get another wild card or win the hand and you can ask again. What color?” Maddox smirks and pops an eyebrow at me.
I glare at him slightly, so he knows I'm not happy with his answer. Reluctantly, I look at my hand to see what color I want to continue with.
“Red.”
“You may be in trouble now, princess.”
“We will see.”
He chuckles then lays down a wild card that also indicates I have to draw four cards. I shake my head and draw my cards.
“Okay. What's your question?”
“Well, I think you mean what are my four questions.”
“Four? How do you figure?” I ask.
“That wild card is also a draw four. Ergo, four questions.”
All I can do is look at him. What a sly dog. “Okay, fine. Shoot.”
“Okay. You’re in college. What are you studying?”
“I'm an English major,” I say. That was easy peasy.
“And what do you want to do with that?”
“I want to write. And maybe one day, teach. I honestly haven’t made any final decisions on what I want to do.”
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Maddox throws it out like it's no big deal.
I'm taken back a little by his question, but in a good way. I suddenly felt the slight flutter of butterflies in my stomach at the mere thought that he may be interested in me. “No. No boyfriend.”
“Do you want one?”
“I guess I'm open to it if the right guy happens to come into my path. But that hasn’t happened in a while, so....”
“You are making the question complicated,” he tells me, studying my face.
“No, you just want an easy yes or no answer, which I don’t have.”
Feeling like I just got a notch on my imaginary "win" column, I'm full of confidence. I can tell by the way he's looking at me that he was not expecting me to come back with his own smartass remark.
“What color?”
Maddox studies me for a moment as if I'm going to give him the color of my cards telepathically. Finally, he picks a color. “Yellow.”
“Ha!” I slam down my yellow seven. “UNO! You’re about to lose, big boy.”
He laughs, shakes his head and lays down a yellow three. We go back and forth with yellow for a while until I put down my last yellow card and clap my hands as I bounce in my seat. I know it's silly, but I don't care. I'm thoroughly happy I have beat him at the game.
“Easy, killer. It’s only one game. And to be honest, I feel like I won since I was able to get four questions out of you.”
“Look at it however you want. But when it comes down to the game and how it’s played, I won. And now I get to ask you a question.” Maddox holds up his hands and waves me on.
“What about you? Do you have or want a girlfriend?”
“I see what you did there. Trying to get two questions in. I will let you have it though. No, I don’t have a girlfriend or want one.”