“Liz, you have everything going for you. Aren’t you a Morehead scholar?”
“Yeah, but that’s just academics. Book smarts,” she said. “You have the whole paper, and everyone loves you.”
“You could have the paper.”
“You think so?”
“I’ve seen your work. It’s really good. Plus, you’re driven.”
“Thanks,” she said. It was what she wanted and what she had worked for. She appreciated that he saw that in her.
“I wouldn’t have put you in a reporter position if I didn’t think you were fully capable of moving forward.”
“Well, you sure know how to motivate someone,” Liz said, her face heating under the spotlight. She would love to be editor, but she knew that she had some work to do over the next year to prove that to everyone else.
Hayden made everyone want to work for him. When he was overseeing a project people worked twice as hard than if anyone else had initiated it. He had such a presence that he could seamlessly take over a whole room. Once people got to know him and witnessed his unfailing dedication to projects, they only loved and admired him more.
Liz certainly had fallen for that amazing presence. Plus, he was attractive. His medium brown hair was always shaggy and overgrown, curling at the ends and around his ears. It constantly covered his hazel eyes, which changed colors depending on his mood or attire. He had a runner’s build and could be seen crisscrossing campus in his track shoes. Best of all, he always had a smile on his face. It was such a relief to walk into the office after a grueling day and be greeted by such a happy demeanor.
They ordered when the waitress returned. Hayden claimed the restaurant had some of the best spaghetti he’d ever had in North Carolina. Liz wasn’t sure that was saying much, but ordered it anyway. She trusted his judgment. He had chosen her for this position, after all.
“So, do you think Maxwell will win the primary?” Hayden asked, taking a sip of his water.
“Definitely,” she said without a doubt or second thought.
“You’re so sure,” he said. “What makes you think that? He’s a young, first-term State Senator with no experience.”
“He has his dad’s name and career to run off of, and that’s clean. People know it. I wouldn’t count him out.” Plus, he was attractive, really attractive, and that always helped.
“No, you’re right. I was just curious,” he said, smiling into his menu.
“What?” Her eyes narrowed.
“You were kind of staring at him when he walked onstage,” he said. “Did you not know he was that young?”
“Stop teasing me, Lane.”
“Hey, I don’t blame you! He’s a good-looking guy,” he said with a devilish smirk as she glared at him.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. Hayden had pretty much hit it on the head.
“You don’t have to hide it from me. It was a pretty sharp three-piece suit.”
“Hayden Lane! I think you have a crush on our politician,” she said.
Hayden rolled his hazel eyes to the ceiling and pretended to fan himself. “You caught me.”
Liz laughed. This was the most fun she had ever had with Hayden. She wasn’t sure if it was because this was the first time she had ever been completely alone with him. They had worked together for the past two years on the paper, but it was a different environment. Plus, others had easily overshadowed her, like the star reporters, Camille and Calleigh. She liked seeing a more relaxed side of him.
“In all seriousness, though, it’s going to be an interesting race,” he said.
“That it is.”
The waitress walked over and plopped the spaghetti down in front of both of them. Liz dug her fork into it and served it into her mouth. She was surprised: She had to admit that it was the best spaghetti she’d had in a really long time.
“So, what are your summer plans?” he asked, watching her devour the spaghetti. “It feels a little cruel to me, giving you this big story right before summer break.”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I appreciate the opportunity. I’d love to work as much as I can this summer. I feel like I’ll be better prepared for next semester.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”
“I don’t have much planned for the summer, though. I’m taking a class in the journalism department. I think it’ll be easy. What about you?”
“My mom helped me get an internship with the press office where she works on Pennsylvania Avenue in D.C.”
“That’s really cool,” Liz said. She would die for an in like that on the Hill. She was one of the few staying behind for the summer.
“Hold on.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Hey, what’s up? Yeah, we’re just finishing up dinner.” He ran his hand back through his longish mop of medium brown hair and listened. “Okay. Okay. Yeah, I know where that is. We’ll be over soon. Bye.”
He hung up the phone. “That was Calleigh.”
“Oh yeah?” Liz asked.
“She just got to the bar. We can head out whenever you’re finished.”
“All right.” She had suddenly lost her appetite.
She hated how anxious she was already getting about hanging around with Calleigh. Liz had virtually idolized her for the past two years. Hanging out with her felt a little surreal.
“Hey, is everything all right?” Hayden asked, his head tilted slightly to the side as he looked at her.
“Yeah, sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Just zoned out, I guess. What are you going to be doing in the press office?” she asked, returning to her dinner even though she wasn’t hungry.
Hayden shrugged, still looking concerned. “Probably nothing interesting. Fetching coffee and doing research is all I anticipate. I doubt they’ll let me do much else even though I have the training. I bet your class will be more interesting.”
“But you’ll be in D.C.! There’s so much going on there. No way could it be boring, even if the work is slow. I’ll just be in North Carolina researching political communication and reporting. You’ll actually be living it.”
Hayden kept his hazel eyes downcast. She didn’t know what that meant, but the quirk of his mouth had her thoughts swirling. What was he thinking underneath that smile?