She wouldn’t doubt it. Considering the increasing technology of this generation, Megan was convinced that they could turn a flat screen TV into a rainbow. “Well, the veggie burgers back then tasted like trees and tofu, so I may have to actually try one,” she agreed. “But if I don’t like it, you’re eating it and then buying me a beer. Deal?” There was a significant height difference between them, her head just touching under her shoulder, but as small she was compared to him, it didn’t make her feel any sense of intimidation. In fact, regardless of how tall a person was, she had made sure to look just as daunting – it was a skill. Though, for once, she liked feeling petite next to him and how she felt so secure. If there was one thing that she liked about Reed, it was his ability to make her feel safe despite whatever situation she was put in. That was what she longed for in this town; safety.
The thought of Reed actually being interested in her had hardly crossed her mind. He was a very nice guy, and he deserved better than a cussing, snarky chick. He was one of the very few she could tolerate for more than five minutes. In fact, she found herself so at ease with him. His dorkiness was endearing (even if she had to pry out a simpler elucidation of some things from time to time) and he rarely got squeamish whenever she drank out of the milk carton. “Okay, so let me get this straight. If a totally hot chick walked into your room with nothing but a ‘I’ll blow you’ underwear, you wouldn’t bang her?”