Chapter 29

• What did I like to do when I had a day off? Where did he like to go, what was his favorite place in the city? What did I think of the restaurant the other day? What kind of music did he like to listen to? Did I like coffee? He knew a great, quiet coffee shop in a quaint town nearby. Maybe we could go there sometime; they had local author readings, poetry, and trivia events.
• Evening settled into dusk, which turned into night. The tinted windows looked pitch black, the darkness outside wearing away their usefulness. Lucas had dimmed the lights when he started the movie(another one of his secret switches), and his guest home transformed into a quiet, relaxing place. It was almost as if it were anywhere else, as if we weren’t sitting on a couch at his multi-million dollar estate and instead were somewhere far off and regular.
• We dozed, talking, but responding less and less often. I leaned against him, my eyes closed, never wanting this night to end but knowing I’d fall asleep soon. And, without warning, it happened.