Chapter Five
Same routine in the morning, only Patrick let me blow dry my hair before he took his shower. We ate cereal together at the counter, sitting on my bar stools.
Turned out, his commute from my building was only fifteen minutes including the walk to the bus. “I still say you should leave some cushion for the bus to run late. They usually do in L.A.”
His head tilted my way. “You’re difficult to argue with when you’re so sensible.”
Tapping his bowl with my spoon, I asked, “When do you eat the Cap’n Crunch?”
“I don’t. I made an educated guess.”
“For me?”
He nodded. “With all the times you slept over at our house, it’d be impossible to miss what you ate at the breakfast table.” Awww.
Awww“Didn’t know you were paying attention. Your nose was always in a book.”
“I multitasked.”
