"I thought we're here to eat, why are you reading a fucking book?"
I laughed, diverting my attention to Forest who was crossing her arms at me with heavy creased brows. I showed her the cover of the book I was reading but her face doesn't change. She looked like she was about to kill me. "It's Stieg Larsson's The Girl Who Played With Fire and it's really good."
She rolled her eyes, leaning back to her chair. "I don't a shit about whoever that is and whatever book she did."
I smiled at her, closing the book and landing it on top of the table. "Stieg Larsson is a he."
She shrugged, looking away. "I don't fucking care."
"You're a lot similar to his character than you think,"
She arched a brow. "Uhuh?"
"Lisbeth Salander."
"Okay?"
"She's hiding away because she was accused of three murders and Mikael tries to clear her name."
She doesn't look at me and kept pretending like she was hearing me out when she wasn't even interested. I smiled at the sight of her. The more I spend time with her, the closer her personality links with the character.
"She's just like you. People say bad things about you that aren't true and I came to your life to unveil the truth."
"Can we just fucking eat?"
I pressed my lips together, preventing myself from laughing at how cute she was.
"You butchered me to come here and eat with you and you're just talking shit about some book you like so much."
I let out a soft chuckle, nodding my head in agreement. "You're right. I'm sorry. Let's eat then."
She sighed heavily and grabbed her pair of utensils before she started eating.
Staring at her reminded me of how I pictured Lisbeth Salander the first time I read about her. Sure, Forest didn't have a shaved part of her hair but everything else similar to her - the tattoo, the wits, the attitude, the messed up past, her strong sense of independence and justice.
No matter how much she denies, she is my Lisbeth Salander and I'm her Mikael Blomkvist.