62. Nervous

Isabelle

I waited for Lucian to show; I was nervous and I couldn't stop wiggling my fingers. I paced back and forth mumbling many words to occupy myself.

"You look like you're trying to practice a valedictorian speech," his voice boomed in my ear. I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "You had me worried."

He cocked a brow at me. "Can I not be worried?" I asked.

"You're just an over thinker," he concluded. He took my hand into his with a firm, reassuring grip.

Just as he was about to say something, Jennifer burst from the parlor door. "Are you lovebirds going to come in? Or you can stand out there and hold hands forever, doesn't matter to me! Can I have your burger?"

I laughed to myself, "True Jennifer fashion." I shouted, "Go ahead!" She shrugged in retreat and I could tell what she was probably saying. Something along the lines of 'I'm going to make love to that burger' or something so entirely gross and slutty that I'd laugh my milkshake through my nostrils.

"You like this place?"