"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

He glanced back at campus-the lackadaisical
crowd. "You're a senior, aren't you? You'll be out of
here pretty soon. What are you going to do after
graduation?"

I laughed. "Look at you. We haven't even been
introduced and you want to know what I'm going to
do with the rest of my life."

He just stared at me a moment. Then he offered me
his hand. "My name's Pepper," he said.

"That's a weird name." I shook his hand. "Is it a
nickname?"

"I guess. I hear everyone calls you Rox."

"Only my friends."

"What should I call you?" he asked.

"You don't have to call me anything."

"You're a real sweetheart, you know that?"

I smiled sweetly. "Thank you. Is that a personal
observation or is that something else you've heard?"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Whatever gave you that idea?" I asked.

He stood. "Have a nice lunch, Roxanne."

I quickly put a hand on his knee. "You may call me
Rox, Pepper."

He hesitated, then sat back down and stared at the
ground. Guys often do that-I don't know why.
There's nothing there. "I'm not trying to hit on you or
anything," he said.

"What are you trying to do?"

He glanced over. "I was just looking for a ciga-
rette."

"There's a liquor store over on Stills. It sells them.
It sells beer as well."