He didnât mind one bit to continue with the game, because the way Hunter saw it, something much interesting was happening right now. He wouldnât go as far as to say they were bonding or any shit like that but it was definitely something. Vance was hesitant at first and he began to think she wouldnât say much more, that maybe he was pushing her too far, after all he never knew when to stop pushing and was well aware it was one of his many flaws. He knew that but was sure as hell he wouldn0t change his ways any time soon. As Vance got more comfortable, more relaxed, Hunter knew he âwonâ and would get her to keep talking. And he listened; something that had always characterized him since he was young, hence most if not all his foster sibling would always run to him for advice. No matter if he had sneered at them trying to make them fuck off, in the end heâd sit and listen.
Nodding slowly at the pieces of information as she drummed his fingers on the table, a corner of his lips twitched up in the smallest of the smiled and he also wondered why was it that she chose those things to tell him instead of something else. He didnât know what to think about the fact she had never been in love, not sure whether to believe that bit or not. Of course, sheâd turn the question on him. Scratching a side of the beard, Hunter thought of what to tell her. âLetâs see⌠Uh⌠I love music, itâs been my⌠lifesaver, you could say. I used to stutter when I was a kid an my mom said reading poetry would help it, and it did. I like cooking, Iâm pretty good at it. I was about to drop high school once but one of my foster siblings who was now a drug addict living in the street told me not be ana idiot and that heâd beat the shit outta me if he found out I dropped school.â He made a pause, pursing his lips and running his tounge over his teeth, not sure if he should tell him something that not many knew. Taking a sip of beer, he leaned back over the sofa. âThatâs it.â
The one thing that spilled out of Vanceâs mouth so fluently was the fact sheâd never experienced what it was like to be in love. It was an interesting fact for her to add, especially for only Hunter to hear, she wasnât sure why it was important to mention. Despite that fact, deep down it was something she wanted, though would never admit it. It was interesting, the emotions that Vance felt when she was around the raven haired male, things that she wasnât familiar with, most certainly not nerves-- but announcing things about her that were somewhat of a mystery moments ago was a little daunting for her. Though if she was going to tell anyone, it would most certainly be him.Â
She nodded her head softly as she listened to his points, lifting her arm to rest her elbow against the table, in turn her chin on her palm as she kept her focus on him. Her eyes were darting over his face as he spoke, noticing the changes in his expression and tone as he did so, it was mildly fascinating to her. Once heâd finished, announcing âthatâs itâ Vance couldnât help but want to know more, there must be more to Hunter than she was telling him, but she was never one to push someone-- she knew if they wanted to talk, they would on their own terms. She was a little loss for words, also something she wasnât used to, and for some reason seeing a more vulnerable, raw side of him just made him more attractive to her. Clearing her throat as she tilted her chin up, her eyes darting back to the game she bit on her lower lip briefly. âWhat a coincidence-- I like food, you like cooking..â It briefly crossed her mind the image of him in an apron and nothing else, but that was something heâd have to figure out himself by the smirk that began to show, twisting at the corners of her lips.Â
