Chapter 8:
"Hi," Kyoko said, a little breathless.
"Hey," Koga smiled at her again, exactly the same as the first. Every time he smiled, he smiled as if he needed her more than air, and she was finally as plentiful. "I see you got my present,"
Kyoko laughed. "a little passive aggressive for an apology gift."
"But it got you here."
Kyoko thought on this for a moment. "Yeah, I'll give you that." She looked down at the box in her arms. "What am I supposed to do with these?" She asked.
"See, you take a match, and then–"
"I know what fireworks are, don't be a smart ass" Kyoko was irritated by his smugness, but not in the same way that she had been. Instead of pain, it was like pressure, and it welled under her skin. "I mean when would I ever light these?"
Koga smiled a smug, wide smile, as if he was waiting for her to ask this exact question. "we could light them off together, after dinner" it was a bold assumption, really.
The dinner was to apologize, after all, didn't this mean that he was just assuming she would accept? And that she would go with him somewhere else after their dinner was done?
"That sounds an awful lot like a date," Kyoko said.
"What if it is?" Koga challenged, a dangerous fire behind his eyes.
Kyoko flushed. With the heat behind that stare, maybe he was right to think he could light her.
"What if I'm not interested?" She said avoiding his eyes.
"That's perfectly fine," Koga replied. He said it as if he knew exactly what she would say, as if he had a script in his head that he could follow without thinking while his mind was elsewhere. He let his eyes trail liltingly up and down her outfit, drinking in every part with his eyes. "But I'd be lying if I said I believed you"