didn’t care for Sci-Fi, but she didn’t want to step on his toes either. “I guess Tom Cruise?”
“Sure.”
Callie followed him to the window, where a slight girl with a sweet face printed their tickets and took Jonathan’s money. Score one for paying , Callie thought as he thanked the attendant.
He gave her a boyish grin, and her knees wobbled. He’s so cute it should be illegal.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Jonathan asked, holding the door for her to pass through.
“Definitely! Popcorn and a soft drink are both necessary at the movies.” It was something her dad had always said; she felt a twinge at the memory.
“I agree.”
The movie theater was a holdover from a more classical time. The ceilings in the lobby were low, and the overall “theme” was maroon and gold. Potted palms hid walls that could have used a paint job.
They hit the concession stand just inside the doors, and he paid again, which turned Callie into a Jonathan fan. He even carried her drink and popcorn into the theater.
After they had settled into the red velvet seats and put their drinks in the cup holders, Jonathan turned in his seat to eye her. “So, Callie Bishoff. Tell me all about yourself. Where you from?”
“From here, actually. Born and raised,” she said, turning to face him. Maybe we can actually get some conversation in before the movie starts , Callie thought hopefully.
But, the lights dimmed and the speakers clicked on as the previews started, and Callie realized she’d spoke too soon.
“We’ll talk at dinner,” Jonathan whispered. He glanced around, and then put an arm over the back of her seat and balanced his popcorn on one knee.
Callie wondered what he was looking for, but shrugged it off. She turned her eyes to the screen and melted against his warmth.
She wasn’t able to focus on the movie even though it was as action-packed as usual. All she could think of was the feeling of Jonathan’s arm around her shoulders; she kept sneaking peeks at him from the corner of her eye, admiring his angular profile and the way his face reacted to events on the screen.
Callie couldn’t believe she was on a date. In all the years she’d traveled with her mother, she’d had numerous crushes: the tall, blond boy in Sweden, and the stocky, dark-skinned Italian teen who had held her hand outside the Vatican. But a date?
She snuggled against Jonathan’s side and smiled to herself. Things were definitely looking up.
As they left the theater, Jonathan said, “I wanted to take you to one of my favorite restaurants. It’s just outside of town, so it’s kind of a drive. Is that okay?”
Callie glanced at her watch—it was already seven-thirty. It was a little odd that he would want to go out of town to eat when there were tons of great restaurants nearby. Maybe he just wants to spend more time with me , she told herself. The thought brought a smile to her face. “Sure, I’ll just text my mom and tell her I’ll be home late.”
“Awesome. I’ll drive.”
She followed him down the sidewalk and past her mom’s BMW. Callie glanced at his face as she hurried to keep up with his long-legged gait; his eyes were darting around as if he were noticing everything. In a rush of bravery, Callie reached for his hand…
Just as he tucked both hands into his pants pockets.
He didn’t acknowledge that he’d seen her reach for him, so Callie tried to not let it bother her.
When they reached his small-sized pickup truck, Jonathan held open the door so Callie could slide into the cab. She pushed aside a black duffel bag so she could fit on the seat and kicked at floorboard debris to make room for her feet.
“Sorry.” Jonathan flashed her a wolfish grin. “I should have cleaned it out. I just don’t have a lot of free time between work, sports, and school.”
Callie was never really into organized sports, mainly because she sucked at them. She waited until he got in on his side before she asked,
“Sure.”
Callie followed him to the window, where a slight girl with a sweet face printed their tickets and took Jonathan’s money. Score one for paying , Callie thought as he thanked the attendant.
He gave her a boyish grin, and her knees wobbled. He’s so cute it should be illegal.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Jonathan asked, holding the door for her to pass through.
“Definitely! Popcorn and a soft drink are both necessary at the movies.” It was something her dad had always said; she felt a twinge at the memory.
“I agree.”
The movie theater was a holdover from a more classical time. The ceilings in the lobby were low, and the overall “theme” was maroon and gold. Potted palms hid walls that could have used a paint job.
They hit the concession stand just inside the doors, and he paid again, which turned Callie into a Jonathan fan. He even carried her drink and popcorn into the theater.
After they had settled into the red velvet seats and put their drinks in the cup holders, Jonathan turned in his seat to eye her. “So, Callie Bishoff. Tell me all about yourself. Where you from?”
“From here, actually. Born and raised,” she said, turning to face him. Maybe we can actually get some conversation in before the movie starts , Callie thought hopefully.
But, the lights dimmed and the speakers clicked on as the previews started, and Callie realized she’d spoke too soon.
“We’ll talk at dinner,” Jonathan whispered. He glanced around, and then put an arm over the back of her seat and balanced his popcorn on one knee.
Callie wondered what he was looking for, but shrugged it off. She turned her eyes to the screen and melted against his warmth.
She wasn’t able to focus on the movie even though it was as action-packed as usual. All she could think of was the feeling of Jonathan’s arm around her shoulders; she kept sneaking peeks at him from the corner of her eye, admiring his angular profile and the way his face reacted to events on the screen.
Callie couldn’t believe she was on a date. In all the years she’d traveled with her mother, she’d had numerous crushes: the tall, blond boy in Sweden, and the stocky, dark-skinned Italian teen who had held her hand outside the Vatican. But a date?
She snuggled against Jonathan’s side and smiled to herself. Things were definitely looking up.
As they left the theater, Jonathan said, “I wanted to take you to one of my favorite restaurants. It’s just outside of town, so it’s kind of a drive. Is that okay?”
Callie glanced at her watch—it was already seven-thirty. It was a little odd that he would want to go out of town to eat when there were tons of great restaurants nearby. Maybe he just wants to spend more time with me , she told herself. The thought brought a smile to her face. “Sure, I’ll just text my mom and tell her I’ll be home late.”
“Awesome. I’ll drive.”
She followed him down the sidewalk and past her mom’s BMW. Callie glanced at his face as she hurried to keep up with his long-legged gait; his eyes were darting around as if he were noticing everything. In a rush of bravery, Callie reached for his hand…
Just as he tucked both hands into his pants pockets.
He didn’t acknowledge that he’d seen her reach for him, so Callie tried to not let it bother her.
When they reached his small-sized pickup truck, Jonathan held open the door so Callie could slide into the cab. She pushed aside a black duffel bag so she could fit on the seat and kicked at floorboard debris to make room for her feet.
“Sorry.” Jonathan flashed her a wolfish grin. “I should have cleaned it out. I just don’t have a lot of free time between work, sports, and school.”
Callie was never really into organized sports, mainly because she sucked at them. She waited until he got in on his side before she asked,
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