7 Chapter 7-Bargain? (2/2)

I dug into the meal and it was delicious, I didn't slow down until ”here” as he handed me a glass of wine. ”Thank you” as I sipped it. ”This is nice”

”Yes” as he smiled ruefully.

”What is it?”

He handed me the bottle and to my shock it was only 3 percent alcohol. ”wow that's why it's so nice, don't you like alcoholic wine?”

”I do drink it when the occasion calls but besides that, this is good enough for me.”

”Oh okay” as I nodded.

”So, what do you do for a living?” I just didn't want it to get too silent as it unnerved me, and he didn't seem to mind.

”I'm a painter Olivia” I started to remember he had told me this before. ”Is your hair naturally white Olivia?” as he bought me out of my thoughts. ”No, this is a wig and you sir? ”

”I was born with my hair like this”

”Oh that's cool”

”Why did you choose the colour white Olivia?”

”I just like it” as I didn't want to dive in to the real reason why my hair was this colour. Thank goodness he didn't press me for more because I just didn't want him to know more than what I intended for him to know.

When we are done, I quickly get up and take our dishes to the sink, then he takes out bowls and a tub of ice cream and strawberries. He dishes for the both of us, the first spoon sinks into my mouth and I moan. I keep on doing it with the next couple of spoons, when I look up I find Lucas staring at me intently.