She had good hand writing. The tags were small but she managed to fit the ten digit number with ease.
"How's school."
She shrugged. "It's summer."
Yes. He knew. That's why he was home.
Fine. If she didn't want to talk he wouldn't bother. Easier for him.
But it was only a couple beats of silence before she filled it herself.
"What about you? I'm sure yours is more interesting. Where are you going to university?"
He huffed a little. Which fucking semester? "I started off in Switzerland last year, then Italy. This year was Germany, but I was just in Amsterdam."
She nodded. "I'm sure it's amazing. I loved Amsterdam. Especially the Anne Frank house and the canals."
His semester was a little less cliche girl trip and a little more small plastic baggies and red light rooms.
He shrugged. "The frites aren't bad."
The rawr of a tummy gurgle was her only reply. That and her grey eyes as wide as dinner plates, looking up quickly in depending embarrassment marked on her reddening cheeks and tight lips.
He didn't even try to hide the amusement. "Lunch?" He asked with a quirked brow.
"Um,"
He didn't appreciate the hesitation.
"Let's go. We can do the second part of the plan on the way."
He grabbed a handful of completed keys and hustled her out the door, passed the pool, down the side of the main house to the driveway. He punched in one of the garage door codes.
As it lifted slowly he looked over at her. "Ladies choice."
She browsed the lineup for luxury vehicles with disinterest. "Whatever one will get us in the least trouble."
He grabbed out the keys he already had in his pocket, the tail lights of a black Range Rover lighting up red as he unlocked it. "Has anyone told you that you're boring?"
She pursed her lips, but didn't reply.
The ride was quiet. His phone connected to Bluetooth played rock music softly in the background.
He rolled the window down Hinata's window about an inch, took out one of the completed keys and passed it over to her.
"Is this littering?" She asked, taking it into her own hand.
He shrugged. "I can do it if you want, but I doubt anyone will find it on my side."
She looked out the window, at the sidewalk not far off from her. She fiddled with it for a few moments before flicking it out, closest to the sidewalk as she could.
He smiled. "You want to pick or are you one of those bitches?"
She had a good poker face if anything. She didn't even blink. "Sushi if that's okay with you."
It was more than okay with him, and he knew a good place too, not far off.
He parked quickly and hopped out, not really waiting for her but not completely ditching her either. It was a smaller type of place. A pay at the counter with limited seating. It smelled like soy sauce and bleach. He side stepped a wet floor sign and made his way closer to the menu hanging up on the wall.
He didn't look over when she joined him, but he did ask, "Are you picky?"
"Not really. I don't do shellfish but that's it."
He could feel the smirk dig into the corners of his mouth. Perfect. He could work with that.
"Go first." He elbowed her arm.
She didn't move at first, deciding to ignore him, still browsing the menu. It took another minute before she was ready to order. She got a BBQ eel sushi burrito and a milk tea. He got something similar, a spicy tuna sushi burrito, with cold green tea, no cream or sweetener but also an entire basket of tempura shrimp.
He paid, knowing the entire time that there was no way she was stashing a wallet in her tight jogging suit.
"Thank you."
He shrugged, grabbing their table number. He picked a table furthest away from anyone else, tucked back in a corner.
"Did you order the shrimp just because I said I didn't like it?" She asked quietly.
He nodded, open faced and shameless.
She didn't ask anymore followup questions, and like before, he noticed she had a very good poker face. There was no pinch to her brow, not tightness in her lips, no visible eye roll.
It was common, for people like them.
It didn't take too long for the food to come out, as there weren't many people their competing for service.
Before she could touch anything, Sasuke pulled her food away.
"Give me your phone."
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
He held out his hand.
It didn't take long for her to dig it out of the jacket pocket and fork it over to him.
He opened the camera, and using the screen, carefully pushed back her food and drink in front of her. He also angled his food to be just visible in the bottom picture, the basket of shrimp tempura on full display.
"Say cheese." He mumbled.
"Oh no." Hinata whispered, her face finally crumpling up in displeasure.
When Sasuke didn't waver, she sighed, pulling her long ponytail over her shoulder. She tried to muse her tussled bangs and gave him a small smile. "Do I look okay?"
He didn't want to answer that.
She grabbed the phone back when he was finished, examining the photo. "More revenge?" Good, she understood.
He nodded, grabbing another completed key out of his pocket, and letting it quietly fall to the floor. "More revenge."