Chapter 12: The Test

Roman's breath is warm against my ear.

I have no idea what he's going to ask me, but I nod. "Okay."

His phone buzzes on the table, but he seems to ignore it.

"What color is my shirt?" he asks.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but certainly something that was a little more relevant to our situation at hand.

"Blue," I say after thinking for a moment. "Grayish-blue."

"Very good. And my pants?"

"Dark gray."

"And my watch?"

That one stumps me. I rack my brain, trying to remember what his watch looked like, but I can't. I don't remember a watch at all.

"I don't know," I tell him finally.

"What about my eyes?"

My face goes hot. "Uh... hazel, mostly."

"Mostly?"

My fingers find the edge of the tablecloth again. "They're greener today."

"Mm. And what did I order to eat?"

That question seems a little out of left field, and anyway, I never heard him order. Heck, even though we've been eating for a full ten minutes now, I've been so focused on figuring out how to touch him I never