Twenty-One (Amy); Just... Wondering...
I tilt my head at Tim Roth as he regards me over the top of his glass.
"What?" I ask, feeling somewhat unnerved by his gaze. He smiled.
"Just... wondering."
"About?" I prompt.
"About why on Earth you dyed your hair that colour. Was it meant to be blue?"
"Aren't you supposed to ask that if it's green?" I question. He chuckles.
"I don't often do what I'm supposed to."
I don't want to know!
"I see." I roll my eyes at him and shake my head, taking a mouthful of my pint.
"And what about you?" He asks, mimicking my movements and taking a mouthful of his own drink, "Do you do what you're supposed to do?"
"Depends what it is I'm 'supposed to do'." I smirk. Tim's eyebrows rise.
"Really? We'll discuss that later."
To detract from the fact I'm sure I'm going red, I take another drink. Far from 'hating' the evening as he suggested I might, I'm really enjoying myself. Apart from a few snarks Tim is really nice. Albeit rather cagey, but nice.
And before I realise it the evening's over and we're back in Tim's car, returning to the hotel. The evening is warm, but not unpleasantly so, thank goodness. Tim's got the radio on and turned low. All I can hear is a quiet babble of voices. I think they're advertising something.
"Nice evening." Tim comments, breaking the comfortable silence we had settled into. I look around at him.
"What?" Bloody stupid thing to say - I heard what he said! "I mean, yeah, it is...!" I add quickly, seeing him gearing up for some kind of snarky comment.
"You beat me to it." he says mildly, taking his eyes off the road to smile at me, before looking back and making a rude comment about a passing motorist's driving skills (or apparant lack of them). I snigger and shake my head.
"Now now." I tease. Tim rolls his eyes, but makes no comment, and we lapse once more into a companiable silence, which lasts until we get to the hotel.
"Want me to walk you in?" Tim offers, his voice slightly quieter than I suspect is normal for him. I look around and he's looking sideways at me. I smile, one eyebrow raised.
"I'm not likely to get lost." I joke.
"You managed to lose your mind, and it takes a very careless person to do that." Tim grins slyly at me. "So I wouldn't be all that surprised if you manage to lose the rest of yourself as well."
"Charming!" I half laugh. "Go ahead, if you're that concerned!" I pout, and he rolls his eyes, switching off the engine and getting out. I open my door and attempt to get out as well, but can't. I don't realise why, until Tim walks around to my side, points, and laughs.
Huffily I unclip my seatbelt and get out, slamming the door behind me a little harder than usual, due to the fact I now feel like a complete and utter mornon.
"Now now," Tim says, grinning at me. "No need to wreck my car,"
"Hmm." I mutter as we walk up to the lobby. I take a quick look at who's on reception and stop. "It's - probably best if you leave me here," I advise him. Tim looks confused for a second, then nods.
"The excitable one, I assume?" He asks. I nod and he smirks. "Perhaps if I go in he'll pass out and you'll get some peace."
"Or not!" I laugh. "Thanks for - for the evening." I add, slightly shyly. Tim shrugs.
"No problem. See you again then, right?" he asks. I nod and he opens his mouth to say something else, then decides against it, nodding instead and smiling at me before he walks back to his car. I wonder what he was going to say? I shrug and walk in, feeling a little like I'm sleepwalking. Corey squeals his 'hello's at me, and I nod, sleepily walking up to my room.
Wah, I just went on a date with Tim Roth...
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