Falling

Chapter Six

Cat P.O.V.

"Where to?" Dawson asks turning his face to face mine with a smile on his face. "You're the tour guide." "Looks like we're going downtown then," he says and I nod. "You can play some music if you want," Dawson says and hand me his phone with it already opened to Spotify. I take it slowly. Did he just give me his phone with no fight? I didn't even ask. I search for a while before eventually playing "Voodoo Doll" by 5SOS and Dawson glances my way as he drives with a small smile, "Good choice," he says and I smile before thanking him. Dawson drives as different songs by 5SOS play filling the car with music instead of talking because I have no idea what to talk about and he seems to be quite focused on driving. I look out the window and watch the building pass and slowly the look becomes older so I assume we're more in downtown Savanah. Dawson parks on the side of the road and I get out while he pays the parking meter for two hours. He looks at me and gives me a small smile then we decide to walk to Starbucks that's in an old brick building between two other old brick buildings. I get my usual Mango Iced-tea and Dawson gets whatever coffee he likes then he refuses to let me pay because "He's a gentleman" which caused me to roll my eyes but thank him. While waiting for our drinks, Dawsons asks if there is anything I want to see and I shrug, "I don't know much about Savannah" to which his only reply is a nod while grabbing our drinks and handing me mine. 

'I still don't understand how you can drink that during the winter Cat," he says with a laugh as we walk down the street going who knows where. We end up at this place that I've heard of called the river-front that has tons of shops and restaurants. Dawson pretends to be an actual tour guide acting as if he knows everything, he probably does know a fair amount, but every time he throws his hands out as if showing something off even if it's just some random tree it causes me to laugh which makes him smile. We end up sitting on a small brick wall that surrounds a tree after walking a fair amount down the front. "So how are you liking it here," he asks as he sips his drink. "I like it. It's very different from London," I say and glance at him to see him already looking at me, "Have you always lived in Savannah," I inquire and he nods. "Born and raised a proud Georgia Bulldog," he says and I look at him confused. A bulldog? He glances my way and laughs, "The University of Georgia's mascot is a Bulldog and my family is a huge bulldog fan so," he trails off and I nod, "So you're a Georgia bulldog got it," I say with a laugh. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Dawson speaks again, "You said you moved here with your mom but what about your dad? You don't have to answer, no sweat" Dawson says and I laugh before taking a moment to decide if I want to tell him. 

"My dad isn't in the picture anymore he uh died a year ago so," I say only slightly lying. He did die a year ago. I look out at the water which looks calm, but Dawson said they're quite the rapids underneath the surface. "Oh I'm so sorry Cat, you know my best friend, Brooklyn, lost her dad a little bit ago so if you needed someone to talk to she might be good. Not saying you need anyone but-"  I cut him off with a slight laugh and smile at him, "I understand what you mean," I say softly and he nods with a small smile. That's something I've noticed he does a lot. It's never a full smile only a small one and very brief before he goes back to his normal expression. "You never fully smile," I casually and he looks at me, "What?" he asks. "Your smile it's always small and brief," I state simply and he nods, "Oh, yeah," he shrugs and I take that as I am not going to get an answer so I don't bring it up again.

After a while of sitting in comfortable silence, Dawson decides to show me around a few small shops on the front. He's been a lot quieter than before and I assume it's due to me mentioning the thing about his smile but I pretend not to notice as we walk around the shops, "Savannah is really pretty," I mention casually as we walk down the road. "Yeah, you are," I hear Dawson whispers underneath his breath, "What," I look over at him. Dawson shakes his head before looking at me, "Oh, nothing I was just agreeing." The sun is beginning to set by the time Dawson and I decide to get some dinner. We end up at a nice looking restaurant that has no windows and looks over to the water that's across the street. I end up sitting at the chair that faces the water and I find myself watching the people and water instead of looking at the menu. "Cat?" I hear Dawson say that snaps me back to reality and I see a young-looking male waiter looking at me, "What would you like to drink," he asks. "Water, thanks," I say sheepishly and the waiter nods before walking away. "You okay," Dawson asks and I nod as I open the menu and actually look at the menu.