"Want to play a game?" Drumstick asked me over a plate of lomein and pineapple chicken.

"What type of game" I asked twisting my fork into the noodles.

"If I can toss the pebbles here, into the garbage over there, I get to ask you as many questions as I'd like. And you have to answer without hesitation". I looked at the pebbles in the planter box next to us then at garbage bin at the door of the restaurant, it was probably a 12 foot distance, he looks athletic, so he could make it.

"Let's make it interesting". I said with a smirk.

"How?" He said with a raised brow.

"You're right handed correct?"

" Yes" he said looking at his hand.

"Okay, you get 5 shots, for every one you get, you can ask me anything, if you miss I ask you anything. And you have to do it with your left hand"

" Alright challenge accepted" he agreed collecting the pebbles from the planter box beside our booth. He took the first pebble, it was gray round and smooth with a chip at the top. He tossed it. It arched well enough but landed short.

"Yes! One for Lisa!" I said a little too excitedly.

"Don't celebrate just yet" he said before throwing the second stone. It landed perfectly in the bin. I rolled my eyes.

" Lucky shot"

" Shhh I'm concentrating" he said before he tossed the other. It bounced off the edge and into the bin. The next hit the glass and missed the bin. We heard the clack and ducked down so no one would suspect us, as if that didn't make it more obvious.

We giggled to ourselves and when we were certain no one was looking he threw the final pebble. And as if the universe was against me he got it in with ease.

" Are you sure you're right handed?"

"I'm just talented" he said leaning back in this chair.

"Cockiness is very attractive, just so you know" I said sarcastically

"So is sarcasm" he added. I narrowed my eyes at him, he seemed like he was prepared for anything. Interesting.

"So two for you, three for me. We'll alternate, I'll go first."

"Uh ok." I started to feel those butterflies again, who seems to have made a home in my stomach. What does he want to know?

"Do you love your job?"

" Uhh..." I wasn't prepared for a question like that. I thought he'd ask about an ex or what type of underwear I'm wearing. I'm glad he didn't, because I'm sure my large cotton panties, wouldn't have been very attractive. He certainly is a little different from the men I've met so far.

" Well most days, it's good. My trainees are smart but I never really feel like I'm doing a good job, and the work load is never ending" Woah, where did that come from? That's the most honest I've ever been when answering questions about work.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at me with dark brown eyes. I felt vulnerable under his gaze. When he didn't reply, I asked my question.

"Why did you come to the gym?"

"I wanted to see you after last night. I couldn't accept that you didn't want to be friends because things didn't workout"

"Okay but you could've called"

" My question now" he said holding up a hand.

" Do you think I'm a bad person or a liar?"

I couldn't think under his gaze. It was too sharp and it cut through me.

"I always try to go with my gut on things, and I'm so used to keeping people far away before they... Nevermind I don't think you're a bad person or a liar. I believe you and what I said last night was just me being a brat." He only nodded his head.

" What does your gut tell you now? " He said leaning forward and reaching for my hand. I pulled back, it was a reflex move and he slowly recoiled.

"Is that your third question?"

"Is that your second question?" I rolled my eyes.

"No this is..." I said folding my arms. "Do you go to church?"

He smiled.

" Yes I do on occasion. Grew up in the church. And I pray everyday." I nodded in acceptance. A church boy, that's sweet.

"Okay my last question"

"Don't waste this one."

"Oh I won't. What are you afraid of?"

" That's a broad question, care to narrow it down?"

"Nope that's it. What are you afraid of?" I knew what he meant. He wants to know why I've avoided relationships and discussion of relationships for the past 2 years. I won't be baited.

"Well, I'm afraid of what most people are afraid of, snakes, crocodiles, frogs, going to hell, losing the people who are important to me...and..." I took a deep breath " and that's it".

"Okay." He said simply. He didn't press me. He just accepted what I said even though he was looking for something more.

" You're very interesting Lisa" he said. I couldn't help a smile.

" Me? No I'm very simple, boring, nothing special."

"I doubt that. I just hope I become one of the people you don't wanna lose one day."

"Hmm we'll see."