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away, licking his lips and gave me his full attention. “Listen sweetie, no judgement here. I’ve always made it a point to avoid them myself but I’m happy for you.”
    Huh?
    “What are you trying to say Elijah?” He was making no sense. Had I skipped part of the conversation without realising?
    “I should have known with the whole tom boy look. It’s pretty clear now.” His eyes roamed over my t-shirt and jeans, as an instant look of disgust spread across his face. I knew I was no match for him when it came to fashion, my outfit was simple and comfortable. I didn’t follow trends, I just went with whatever was clean that day.
    Hang on, what was pretty clear?
    “Just get to the point Elijah,” I barked. I didn’t care if I was offending him now. I just wanted to know what the hell he had assumed about me.
    “You’re a lesbian. It’s fine.” He grabbed my hand and patted it patronisingly, as if I’d suddenly decided to come out to him.
    “Lesbian?” I asked, feeling confused. How the hell did he suddenly conclude I was gay?
    “Yeah, nothing to be ashamed of sweetie, just I prefer penis myself, but we all have different tastes.” He patted my hand again and with each tap my irritation grew.
    I pulled away in annoyance. “I’m not a lesbian.”
    “Sweetie it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He smiled like I was in denial, keeping it all one big secret.
    “If I were a lesbian would I fantasise on a regular basis about eating hot chocolate sauce off Ryan Gosling’s naked body?”
    Oh god Ryan.
    Just the thought alone made me hot.
    Elijah’s eyes widened in surprise. “Ryan Gosling? Sweetie, you’ve certainly got good taste. I might steal that fantasy for myself.” His eyes lit up, like the image was already playing in his head.
    “Don’t you flipping dare, I don’t share Ryan with anyone.” I balled up my sandwich wrapper, throwing it at him and watched in amusement when it bounced off his forehead.
    He scowled and immediately checked his hair for any signs of movement. It hadn’t moved of course, I was pretty sure he had half a tube of gel keeping his quiff upright.
    “You can’t call dibs on Ryan Gosling, that body of his is magnificent, I need to have a slice of that.”
    I let out a snort of disapproval. “I can and I will, Ryan is mine, find someone else.”
    He shook his head in obvious annoyance. “Sweetie, it doesn’t work that way. I’ll drop the chocolate sauce part if that helps but I need some of Ryan too.” He gave me the puppy dog eyes and began to pout to plead his point. I narrowed my eyes and contemplated if I’d be willing to share.
    Was it worth the aggravation if I didn’t?
    “Yeah I suppose but you should know I’ve watched The Notebook like a million times, I’m not some rookie fan.” I knew every line that flowed from Ryan’s sweet lips, he made me cry every damn time.
    “Me too, it never gets old, I love Noah.”
    “Ahh Noah…he is the best.”
    “So you’ll let me share then?” he asked, interrupting my daydream.
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “Okay, but on the condition that we have to watch all things Ryan Gosling related together from now on.”
    He held out his hand for me to shake on it. “Sweetie, it’s a deal.”
    “Can you not call me sweetie?” I asked frowning, already hating the name.
    He pouted in protest.
    I guess that was his thing.
    “Why? It’s charming.”
    I rolled my eyes in irritation. “It’s annoying and I hate sickly pet names.”
    “Are you always this blunt?” he asked, looking at me curiously. His eyes gently probing mine.
    “Pretty much, you got a problem with that?” It was true I always had a direct approach, never holding back. I guess I looked on it more as being honest than direct. Though my Mother never really appreciated my straight talking, when it came to anything regarding her.
    “Nope, I love your directness, it’s refreshingly honest but I’m still sticking with the nickname, regardless of