We finish making our drinks in comfortable silence and make our way back to our food. We sit, and I can't help but marvel at the view, the company, and the twinkling lights.
Am I in some kind of coma where I’m living out some fantasy rom-com?
Was I hit by a car or something?
“So,” he begins hesitantly, swallowing his pizza in a dramatic gulp. “Ask me all your questions. I’ll answer them all. Complete honesty.”
Nodding, I also swallow my pizza and set down my plate of food, dusting off my hands. I take a deep breath.
“Let’s start with her. What was that the other night? What are you to her?” I hate feeling vulnerable over someone I barely know, but I don’t have control over my feelings toward him.
“Okay, I promised you complete honesty, so please just hear me out. Let me get it all ou
