Gold (All that Glitters #2)(33)

Bryna opened her menu. There were dozens of options—everything from ice cream to cake and cookies to fondue, waffles, or milkshakes. There was even a hundred-dollar sundae with twenty-four scoops of ice cream and a thousand-dollar fondue with real gold and a bottle of Dom Pérignon included. It was dessert heaven.

“Hi. Welcome to Sugar Factory. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water is fine,” Bryna said. “But I’m ready to order. You?”

Eric nodded.

“I’ll have the banana split,” she said.

“All right. Do you want two spoons?”

“Um…no. I plan to eat it all by myself.”

The girl looked at Bryna as if she couldn’t decide if it was sarcasm or not.

“Yes. An extra spoon would be great,” Eric interjected. “I’ll have a strawberry milkshake.”

“Sounds great.” The lady walked away with the menus.

Bryna eyed Eric suspiciously. “You’re not getting any of my banana split.”

“It says on the menu it’s made for two to eat. There is no way you can pack away an entire banana split like that.”

“Want to bet?” she asked. “It’s my favorite. And caramelized bananas. I mean, come on. That’s screaming my name.”

He snort-laughed. “I’ll take that bet. You pick up the tab if you don’t finish every last bite.”

“Oh, please. At least make it fun.”

“Fine. When I win, you have to hang out with me again…and be this girl, not the one from school.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to eat it all anyway, so deal.”

They chatted aimlessly until their food came out. Bryna’s eyes were as big as saucers when she saw how enormous her banana split was.

“Having second thoughts?” he asked.

“Definitely not. I don’t back down from a challenge.”

She dug into her split. She was glad she hadn’t had dinner and was basically living off of her dirty martini at the moment. Otherwise, she wasn’t sure this was actually going to happen. As she worked on the dessert, they talked about football and their undefeated season.

“I wished I were playing,” he admitted. “I’m still on the team, but it’s different, being on the sidelines.”

“But you said you could play.”

“I could,” he agreed. “But I wouldn’t do that to my parents. They were freaked out when I hurt my knee. At first, the doctors didn’t know if I would walk. It was not a good time in my life. I recovered remarkably well, but I don’t want to go back into something I’m good at if it could kill me. I’m still young and smart. I can do something else.”

“Coach? Is that the dream job?”

“Of course. That’s the goal even though so few people make it to the top. Coach thinks I have the right eye for it. That’s why he agreed to train me after I busted my knee,” he told her. “What about you? What’s the dream job?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I always assumed I’d marry into money.”

“You’re not serious,” he said in disbelief. “You’re smart and in college. You have to have some dreams, right?”

She stuffed another bite of the banana split into her mouth to keep from answering right away. Her dreams had always been so muddled by everyone else’s expectations of her. She didn’t know how much of what she wanted was from herself or her parents.

“Sometimes, I think film,” she said. She had never said that out loud. “When I was younger, I used to watch clips and piece them together for my dad…when he was around.”

“Cool. So, are you a film major?”

“Um…no. I’m undecided. I don’t think my father would take me seriously if I told him I was in film even though he was in film here.”

“Why not?” Eric asked.

“I’ve never really shown interest in it. Plus, I don’t want to seem like I’m riding his coattails.”

“If you like it, you like it. You have to decide to do it and not give a f*ck about what anyone else thinks. I thought you were already pretty good at that.”

Bryna crinkled her nose and shoved another bite of the banana split into her mouth. She was almost finished, but the more she sat around and talked with Eric, the more she thought it might be nice to hang out with him over break. She had been bored out of her mind, and he was actually pretty good company—when he wasn’t acting like a douchey hostile football player.

She got down to her last bite and just stared at it. “Maybe I will change my major then and see how film suits me.”

“Killer. That sounds like a great idea. At least, once you’ve tried it, you’ll know if it’s for you.” Eric then looked at her bowl. “I can’t believe you only have one bite left. I never would have guessed you could finish that whole thing.”

She smiled and then pushed the bowl over to him with the one remaining bite in it. “I didn’t finish.”

“It’s only one bite.”

“I lost. This was fun. Let’s hang out again.”

Be there in five.

Bryna checked the text from Eric and fiddled with her Harry Winston B in anticipation. They had gone to get lunch earlier this week, and it had been pretty chill. Since everyone was getting back into town on Saturday so that they could fly out to Miami the next morning, Eric had made plans for Friday night. She didn’t know where they were going exactly.