“You’ll need to tell me some stuff,” Charlotte said and emptied her wine glass. “You know, random stuff. People ask questions and I do have friends that are going to ask me what you’re really like.”
“Okay. I have an older brother, Jack. Our parents are dead, so it’s just me and him. I don’t really have a preference in food, it’s just fuel for your body to keep working adequately,” I said and she snorted.
“Fuel for your body? And you don’t see how saying stuff like that makes people think you’re weird?”
“Fine. I prefer meat,” I said to her. “I prefer silence to music, reading to watching television. I try to jog every day and I love my bike.”
“When’s your birthday?” she asked me and narrowed her eyes. “The real birthday.”
“It’s just a date,” I said to her.
“Tell me!” She said seriousl
