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Chapter Twenty- Eight: I Had A Hockey Stick Up My Dress.

Chapter Twenty- Eight: "I Had A Hockey Stick Up My Dress."

WITH OUR SHOPPING BAGS at our feet and left disregarded, Caleb and I clinked our glasses of Bacardi before taking a sip. Groups of people were scattered at tables throughout the restaurant, joyous conversation filling the air on this moonlit Thursday night.

We were seated at the bar in the restaurant we had eaten dinner after Caleb's suggestion to unwind after a long day. The bar was upon platform overlooking the well-lit area, presenting a comforting vibe with what seemed like the Italian version of elevator music with a mix of conversations.

In the middle of my sip, my eyes lingered on a couple that entered the room. As Caleb downed half his glass, putting it on the counter, he leaned in close to me, his hand behind my chair. I could smell his cologne, his lips almost pressed against my ear when he said, "She's mad at him."

I took another sip of my drink, pulling my gaze from the couple as they were seated. "You bet?"

"I bet that he dragged her here in hopes of getting back on her good side." There was amusement in his voice.

"What do you think he did?" I asked.

I felt Caleb shrug as he shifted his chair closer, his fingers tapping the side of my chair now. "Probably told her she's acting like her mother or some shit and she got offended."

I snorted and he chuckled lowly, grabbing his glass again. I took the moment to glance at him. His hair was unruly, wavy and curling around his ears as he ran a hand through it. Those brown eyes were attentive to everything and everyone around us, meticulously analyzing without even knowing. 

Removing my gaze from him, he leaned in again to whisper lowly to me again. "What about that couple?"

My eyes moved over to another man and woman closed together at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. "Fucking," I said, knowing the look between them way too well. "Not a couple."

I glanced back to Caleb who only looked amused, "How can you tell?"

"They're looking at each other with too much lust," I pointed out. "But he should make sure that he takes her hand out from under her dress. Or else they're going to be charged with public indecency."

We watched the couple, the two of them kissing in the corner as if no one was in the room. From our clear view, it was obvious, too obvious when the man's hand went higher and higher up her dress. He removed his hand quickly when the waiter approached their table, clearing their throat loudly for the pair to break apart.

We shared a laugh at the scenario. I turned to him curiously, "Do you always do this? Observe people like this?"

"Sometimes. I would just randomly make up a background for them like I know their entire life story. A little game to keep one occupied." He murmured the last part of that sentence out. The way it was said made me frown.

I was about to comment on that when a man slid over to a woman next to us. Judging by the way he was talking to her; she wasn't interested at all. She made a face that gave me the impression that she was offended by the way he had spoken to her. "Cazzo." I heard her snap at him before she walked off and out of the room.

My eyes widened and I pulled my gaze from the view to see Caleb suppressing his cackle as the guy walked by us. He let out his laughter, holding a fist to his lips while I, on the other hand, was puzzled. "What does cazzo mean?"

"She called him a dick after he said that her breasts look good in this lighting." Caleb rolled his eyes.

"What the hell? Why do men think that that's going to work when they hit on a woman?"