I entered the car and let out an exaggerated groan after plopping myself on the passenger seat.

"Rough day I assume?" Foster chuckled, forcing me to look towards him in my still tired state.

After talking to Evie about the job, I planned on going to campus by bus since that was going to be my route on workdays. But just within ten minutes of me exiting the diner, i.e., the time I spent trying to navigate the streets, Foster had called me up to ask if I was done, and I had willingly agreed (only because I was exhausted).

Another ten minutes were spent giving him directions to my whereabouts so now I was even more tired than I was before. At that very instant my stomach rumbled like that of a dinosaur, and I felt like crawling into a hole and hiding there forever because now, Foster was looking at me.

"I think we should have lunch," his words sounded more like a question than a statement and he pulled the car onto some unknown road.

"I know a place nearby and it has amazing tacos, you okay with tacos?" He asked and I nodded wordlessly, my mouth already salivating at the mention of tacos.

"How do you know places around here, have you lived here?" I asked him.

"Oh, no no, I lived with my parents in Maine, but dad travels here a lot because of his business and I used to come with him sometimes," he explained with his eyes still trained on the road.

I don't remember a lot of details from school, but I do remember that his dad was a huge business tycoon and traveled a lot.

"Hmmm, I should have guessed," I mumbled nonchalantly while looking out of the window.

"Uh..How?"

"What?" I asked tilting my head towards him.

"How could you have guessed that I have been here before?" he chuckled.

Fuck.

Had I actually said that aloud?

"Uh, umm, you just, I don't know, seem like one of those hot-shot boys with rich parents who travel a lot, you know what I mean?" I tried to cover up my slip-up as calmly as possible and my nerves calmed a little when Foster laughed.

"What's there to laugh about?" I asked with a small smile when I was sure that Foster did not suspect anything.

"You just called me a, and I quote 'A hot-shot boy', Rachel," he said still laughing and I did a mental facepalm at my words.

Out of all the things he could have caught on to, he chose that.

"That was not what I meant!" I said trying to change the subject.

"Keep telling that to yourself, sweetheart,"

"What do you even - "

"Oh, look we are here!" my question was cut off by Foster as he pulled into the driveway of a Mexican diner, but I guess the strange tug caused at the pit of my stomach when he called me sweetheart will take a little more time to go away.

"When you said taco, I did not really expect it to be Mexican Restaurant," I said as I came out of the car and we began walking towards the diner.

"Not a fan of Mexican?" he asked anxiously.

"Are you kidding me? I love Mexican, like love with a double 'l', forget it, I don't really make sense right now," I chuckled.

He laughed along before saying, "Then I am in luck I guess,"

We walked in and Foster went straight to the counter to order while I sat down in one of the booths in the corner and waited for him while scrolling through my Instagram feed.

"I have ordered Carnitas, they make the best thing here!" Foster said as he came and slid into his seat across from me and I kept my phone down.

"Did you get the stuff you were talking about?" I asked remembering that he had mentioned something about camera equipment in the morning.

"Oh yeah, I did,"

"So you really are a photographer huh?" I feigned surprise trying to tease him.

"Did you just peg me for a good-for-nothing?" He asked with an amused laugh.

"That was not the answer to my question," I pointed at him while resting my head in the curve of my palms.

He laughed before continuing,

"I am, I have been doing it since I was, fifteen maybe," he said it more like a question and I nodded my head in acknowledgment.

"Do you have any such hobbies?" he directed the question back to me.

"Umm, I like reading, and writing, but I do it just for myself. I haven't really thought of writing books if that's what you are asking,"

"What do you write?"

"I cannot really categorize it you know, they are just thoughts, my thoughts, about anything, and everything. Sometimes it just happens that my mind is swimming with all these thoughts which do not really make sense. So I put them down on paper, and then they start making sense,"

I realized that I had been going on without a break and Foster was now looking at me with a curious expression.

"I am sorry, I am rambling aren't I," I laughed trying to take off the weight of the words I had just spoken in front of him.

"No sweetheart, you make perfect sense to me," he said it so unamusingly as if it was nothing but his gaze fixed on me said something different, something I was not being able to point my finger at.

"Here's your order sir, two carnitas and cold coke," the waitress chose that instant to come and deliver our order, thus breaking the staring contest that we were involved in.

"Thank you," I smiled at her, and then she left.

"So what about that jo- "

Before Foster could complete his question, I had already picked up my taco shell with salsa laden on it and was taking a huge bite out of it.

"Ummmmmm-" I moaned and I wasn't even ashamed of it, because these were the best tacos I had had in almost a year.

"I guess you like them then?" He chuckled.

"They are the most - "

"- most amazing - "

" - the best - "

"- you know what I mean right?"

I said between bites and now Foster was full out laughing while looking at me.

"You are not supposed to laugh!" I said with a mouth full of taco bites and I doubt that he was able to make sense of anything I said.

"I didn't know you loved tacos so much," he said, his laugh dying out now as he began eating his own.

"You were not supposed to know," I shrugged and he nodded while taking a huge bite out of his taco.

"I love tacos to death, and this one right here tastes just like the ones my Mom used to make back in - " I stopped suddenly realizing what I was about to say, and hastily took another bite out of my taco, and wished that he had not heard anything and that he would ignore it if he had.

"Back in?" he tried to ask.

"Uh, nothing really, are you almost done, I think we should go back now," I said trying to divert his attention while looking at the time on my phone.

"Yeah, just give me five minutes, and then we leave," he said while finishing up his portion.

I nodded and let out a deep breath, and mentally scolded myself for almost letting back in Maine slip out of my mouth.

I really shouldn't be getting this comfortable with him, it will come back to bite me soon.

"Foster Wilson, huh?" It had been just five minutes to my return back to the dorm room and Olivia had not shut up since then.

"How do you know Foster Wilson?"

"I know him since he is in my class, the real question here is Liv, how do you know Foster Wilson?"

"And you met him at last night's party? Where was I.."

"You were grinding your ass on that blonde guy's - "

"And he just took you out on a date today? Didn't seem like a dating kinda guy to me,"

"Oh for the love of god Liv," I slammed myself back on the cushiony mattress and let out a groan.

"For the last time, we did not go on a date, he gave me a ride to Michigan Ave, and then we had lunch while coming back because I was absolutely starving,"

"Sounds very much like a date to me,"

I looked at her trying to give her my best menacing look that I could muster, but to my surprise (or rather lack off), it did not seem to affect her at all.

"How do you know Foster?"

"Who does not know Foster babe,"

"Just give me a straight answer,"

"Rach, he is the guy I was talking about yesterday, the cute guy in our year I told you about," she looked at me with an expression similar to a mother trying to make her child learn the alphabets.

"Who even finds him cute?" I asked while walking towards the dresser to change into my comfy shirt and pajama shorts with peaches printed on them.

"Everyone except for you apparently," she scoffed.

"I mean he is fine-ish, but there's no reason for all the girls to crazy over him,"

"Is this your attempt to divert the attention off Foster and have him all to yourself?" she asked looking up from her phone.

"Oh, you can have him all you want," I said jumping on the bed again, planning on getting some sleep before dinner.

"Nah, he is not really my type,"

My phone rang at that very instant and flashed with the caller ID of Aunt Heather.

"Hello, my dearest Aunt,"

"You seem chirpy, is everything okay?" she asked and I laughed.

"Yep, everything is fine, oh, by the way, I got a job at a diner," I told her excitedly.

"I don't even know why you want to work Rach, you could invest that time on studying or having fun, your parents have left enough - "

"I don't really have many friends, Heath," I looked up to see Liv shooting menacing glares towards me but ignored her.

"Whatever suits you best sweetie, by the way, do you now regret not buying a car after having to travel in a bus today?"

"Oh, I did not take the bus Heath,"

"But the subway is too far from your campus to walk - "

"Not the subway either, this guy from one of my classes gave me ride,"

"Oooh, a guy huh?" her tone immediately filled with enthusiasm at the mention of a guy.

"It's not what you think Heath, he just dropped me and then we had lunch while coming - "

"Oh my god Rach, so this was a proper date? Rach, your very first date, you should have - "

"Oh for the love of God, it was not a date, absolutely not, why does everyone think I would go on a date with Fos - " I heard a thud and when I looked up, Olivia had dropped her phone on the floor and was laughing without shame while looking at me.

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