"Tell me one unrealistic adventurous wish. And I'll make it come true." He passes her a question, along with the thermos of boiling caffeine.
Her heart betrays her breath for a moment while she dwells on the irony of his question.
His presence and somehow, his disregarded understanding, of her comfort zone is an adventure for her. The sight of him and his ethereality, with all the unearthly aspects that she knows only she can bring into consideration of mind, are none less than miracles to her.
His hair swaying to the slow music of the wind, his suave aura, melting her insides, his breathtaking, weakening eyes, and his menacingly charming frame are everything but a random coincidence.
She feels a gentle shove, halting her heart beat yet another time. The thought, solely, of parting from him, leads her heart to betray her once again, the rythm of her breath hitching as she gathers her posture back.
"Earth to dummy! Knock knock!" He pokes her temple, his nonchalant eyes piercing into her soul.
"Would you have paid for my medical bills if I'd had fallen from this drastically heightened truck of yours?" She regains her composure, gesturing towards the heavy metallic Chevrolet Suburban, whose bonnet they're sat on, in the dark, starry night.
He pulls her towards him with a strong grip of his hand on her arm, flustering her once more.
"I wouldn't let you fall dummy. Ever." He breathes his words, huskily, sending chills down her vertebrae.
That does her, every bloody blood cell inside her screams for expression, pushing the words out of her lips.
"You're my unrealistic adventure. Could there be, even in some parallel universe, a chance for us?" She whispers her words, that fatiguingly echo through his ears.
He, hesitantly, takes her hand; places it onto the left side of his chest.
"Your wish is my command, dummy."