Chastity thought about it. “Well, blue yes, but I’m not sure about black. Green is a bit unusual, though, at least from what I hear.”
Jack shrugged. “Learn something new every day,” he said.
“True that,” Chastity agreed. There was silence for several moments, a silence that Jack took as an excuse or perhaps an invitation to resume his book. “What about favorite movie?”
Poor Tom Clancy. “Well, actually I really like The Island.”
“Really?” Chastity asked, wrinkling her nose a bit.
“Yeah,” Jack affirmed. “Have you seen it?” Chastity shook her head no. “That’s too bad; it’s really good,” Jack said emphatically.
“It didn’t look all that good.”
“Well, it was surprisingly enjoyable,” Jack said. “I don’t know… I think you might like it, especially considering where we are right now.”
Chastity arched an eyebrow at him. “A lot of similarities between our circumstances and the movie?”
Jack thought about it. “Well, yes and no. It’s hard to explain without having seen the movie.”
“Oh,” Chastity said. “Well, then I guess you’ll have to show it to me after we get out of here.”
‘Really?” Jack said, and then realized what he was saying. “Cool,” he added swiftly. “Yeah, it’s really great.”
Chastity gave him an odd look but continued on with her interrogation, as it were. “So… well, what are your hobbies?”
Jack smiled at her. “Well, if you must know Miss Bachelorette”—this elicited a blush from Chastity—“I’m mostly a gamer, but I do enjoy things like cars, beautiful women, and the all important long walks on the beach.” He looked her square in the eye, completely smug. “How about you?”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “I don’t think I’m going to tell you.”
“Oh really.”
“Really,” she repeated with a certain emphasis.
Jack nodded slowly. “I see.”
“Do you?”
“I do,” Jack said.
“What do you see?”
“Can’t tell you.”