Quinn looked down at her feet, but I could see the faint blush on her cheeks.
"You wanna get out of here?" I asked.
I was mostly worried that I'd do something crazy like kiss her again in front of all these people. Something told me my parents wouldn't like that. Quinn's probably wouldn't either.
She smiled up at me. "Sure."
"Come on," I said as I headed toward the exit.
I wouldn't normally ditch one of my parents' parties, though many a time I've wished I had.
But this wasn't normal, and my explanation (at least to myself) was simply Quinn. I still wasn't sure why, but Quinn's presence made me do things I wouldn't normally do.
Like kissing her. I really wanted to kiss her again.
I didn't kiss her again though. Instead, as soon as we were clear of the building I asked her what she wanted to do.
"Show me Rosewood through Spencer Hastings' eyes," said Quinn.
"Well you've seen the club. This is where I play tennis and attend whatever events my parents have set up, whether they are big like tonight's, or smaller like meeting with a client, or even just a family dinner. I'm sure you'll see enough of it. There's really not much else here. I really only go here, school, the Grille and my friends' houses anymore. On occasion I find myself at the mall or the park or the movie theater, but for anything else it requires leaving Rosewood. The only thing interesting about Rosewood is the stories. Rosewood has lots of…let's say it has lots of history."
What was happening? Quinn asked me to show her Rosewood through my eyes and I was saying it's boring? What's wrong with me?
"I'm blowing this aren't I?" I asked.
"Maybe a little bit," Quinn said. "But it's okay, I understand. There wasn't much to see where I'm from either."
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"Lima, Ohio."
"Do you maybe want to go somewhere and just talk? Maybe the park?" I wondered aloud.
"Yeah," Quinn said. "I think I'd like that."
I offered my hand to her, and to my intense pleasure, she took it, entwining our fingers together as I led the way to my car.