“You always have a choice, Roxie.”
She takes another bite of her apple while I wonder what else to say.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Not right now.”
“Okay…well, if that changes, I’m here.”
“Thanks.”
She pushes the kiwi to the side of her plate and wipes her finger.
I smile.“Not a fan of kiwi?”
“I’m allergic.”
“Shit!”I shout, grabbing the plate and tossing the whole thing in the trash.
I turn around to see Roxie watching me, amusement dancing in her pretty eyes.
I frown.“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wasn’t going to eat it!”
“I could have killed you!”
She giggles as I grab the remaining kiwis from the counter and throw them away, too.Then I scrub the bowl they were in and wash my hands three times just to be safe.
“What else?”I ask.
“What else what?”
“What else are you allergic to?”
She shrugs.“That’s it.”
“Okay, and what do you like to eat?What do you hate to eat?What’s your shoe size and your favorite body wash?What do you usually like to wear?”
“Uh…” She stares at me.
“Sorry.One at a time,” I say, realizing I’m coming on a little strong.“What’s your favorite food?”
“Anything Italian.Pizza, spaghetti, garlic bread.”
“Least favorite?”
“Indian.”
I file that information away and move on.“Favorite body wash or shampoo?”
“Whatever is cheapest.”
I sigh, wanting to give her the best of everything.“Shoe size?”
“Eight.”
“What do you usually wear?”