Page 25 of Infinity Chronicles 1
His right arm bends and he pulls the cash from my hand, his fingers brushing mine. I like the way his skin feel rougher than mine.
“Wait, yours was like two bucks. This is too much.” I shrug. They had a twenty-nine dollar order, five dollars is all I can contribute but I want them to know I can.
“It’s fine.”
His eyes meet mine again in the mirror, but the drive-up window opens at the exact same time.
“Twenty-eight, seventy-seven,” says a boy that looks a little older than us. He barely even glances into the car as Dante hands over a card.
Seconds later the window opens again, and the card pops back out with a practiced, “have a nice day,” as the window snaps closed again.
Dante pulls forward and the girl at the next window is ready with a drink tray loaded with large sodas.
She smiles when Dante leans out with both hands to grab the tray.He shoves it over to Oliver and reaches right back for my iced coffee.
She leans forward on the windowsill, enough so her head peeks out, “It’ll be just a minute. We’re waiting on fries. Can you guys pull up and I’ll run it out as soon as it’s ready?”
“Here you go Laura.” Dante hands me my drink and straw before giving the girl at the window a nod.
Milo leans over me. His hand lands on my thigh just above the knee. “Can we have some ranch please?” He’s looking up at the girl.
I suck in a breath and his head turns to stare at me instead. Our eyes connect, and I have the strangest feeling.I want to lean forward and kiss him. The way his tongue makes a lazy lap over his top lip, I think he knows. He might even let me.
The car moves forward at a crawl. I snap my head to the left and Milo leans back into his seat, removing his hand from my leg.
The spot he covered feels cold now in comparison.
I open my straw and shove it into my drink, grateful I have something to distract me from the stupid mistake I wanted to make.
Oliver passes out the other drinks while we wait for the food to arrive.
A few kids from school pass in front of the car and Dante gives them a nod after they shout out, “Hey guys!”
Oliver is more welcoming, he waves and answers with a, “What’s up?” One of the guys comes over to the passenger window and leans down to look in the car. He does a double take when he sees me in the backseat. I move my head, pretending to look outside.
“So… what are you guys up to?” he asks slowly.
Dante doesn’t even look in his direction.
“Just grabbing a bite to eat,” Oliver replies easily.
“Here you go. Sorry about the wait guys.” The girl from the drive-up window leans down and whispers conspiratorially, “I threw in a dozen cookies, don’t tell my boss.” Her smile goes mostly unnoticed, as Dante is busy handing food bags over to Oliver.
“Thanks,” he mutters dismissing her.
Her eyes roam over the car and the other guys crowded around it before she turns back toward the lobby.
“Going,” is Dante’s only warning as he lets his foot off the brake and we roll forward slowly.
“See ya!” Oliver yells back to the guy he was talking to.”You don’t always have to be such a dick,” Oliver accuses while pawing through the fast food bags.
“Didn’t think I was,” Dante replies.
Milo’s head tilts close to mine. “They can argue about anything,” he mock whispers.
“I thought it was you two that were the old married couple,” I whisper back pointing between Milo and Ollie.
Milo’s mouth drops open. There’s a second when I think I might have offended him before he lets a grin free, shrugging his shoulder into mine.
