“Here you go kids.” The old waitress and owner of the diner place our drinks in front of us smiling. “I like this one Austin boy. She's a keeper.” She winks at me, her southern accent make me blush deeper.
“I like her too Gigi.” Austin's replies smiling and I kick his foot under the table making her chuckle with him. The moment she left us alone I glare at Austin.
“Don't say that.”
“Why?” Did he just ask me why?
“Did you just ask me why?” He nods as if bored with my question. He opens my mountain dew and then his.
“You don't get to say words like that, it have deep meanings.” I tell him twirling my finger on the rim of the can trying not to look as flustered as my insides are swarming with butterflies at his confession.
“Because I said I like you and I mean it.” He looks at me as if
