“So,” he asked me when we were back in the Ferrari, “What did you think of the show?”
“It was better than what I expected.” I replied, getting a smirk out of him.
“I thought you would say that. If you were any other person I would have taken you to see something professional.”
“Really? What made you choose otherwise?”
He paused a moment before replying.
“You have an eye for the finer things in life.”
That made me smile again. I didn’t try to hide it.
“You never told me you helped all of these kids.”
“If a tree falls in the forest and there’s nobody there to hear it, does it make a sound?”
“Of course it does.” I replied, confused.
“There’s your answer. I can still try to make a difference without spreading it around. Call me proud, but I don't like the idea of announcing small things like that to the world."
"It's not small!" I insisted, "You're changing their lives for the better!"
He shrugged again, giving a small, crooked smile.
"They've changed my lives too."
The rest of the drive went by in silence, and I couldn't stop the thoughts racing through my head. Bea had told me that Sutton was one in a million back when she was trying to convince me to go after him, but I had to disagree. He was one in seven billion.
He dropped me off at my apartment, waiting for me to be inside before zipping off.
"Hot boyfriend." the secretary commented again, probably having forgotten the first time.
"Yeah..." I replied absentmindedly, "You're right."
I walked up to my flat, instantly delving back into Pride and Prejudice.
It sometimes is a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him.
I sighed and read on without starting another argument in my mind as to why the words were jumping out at me.
Until, of course, my phone rang.
"Kat! There's only a weekend left until the auditions!"
"I know." I groaned, "Did you have to remind me?"
"We have to celebrate!" she said in a singsongy voice, "And I know just what we should do!"
I sighed, preparing myself for the worst.
"What is it?"