Their clientele was primarily men, who often hung around in the café after their time on the range. If the pictures helped drum up a little more business for their food service, then more power to them.
“That was lots of fun,” Clint stated, looking genuinely happy as he pulled out my chair for me like a gentleman.
“When I’m not painting or studying, I’m usually here. I find it very, peaceful.”
Clint smiled again as he took his seat, “Interesting choice of words Norah.”
I grinned back at him, “I’m an interesting kind of girl.”
Clint cleared his throat, “Yes, I’m starting to see that.”
A waitress came over to take our lunch order. We decided to share the cafe's signature cheese platter and both ordered sodas. When she left, Clint leaned back into his chair and rested his head on one of his arms getting comfortable.
“So, have you always been an artist?”
My heart was nodding her approval. I liked when guys took an interest. It told me that thought about someone other then themselves.
“If by that you mean, have I always explored my artistic side, then yes, I suppose you can say that. I was kind of a loner as a kid, so I threw myself into books as well as drawing and painting. I really love painting.”
Clint nodded and then listened as I started to ramble on about painting and various artists that I was influenced by and appreciated. It surprised me even more that he was hanging onto every word that came out of my mouth. Soon, our dinks arrived and I managed to stop talking about myself, turning my attention to Clint.
“And what kind of interests does Clint Weston have? I know you’re in the Lappell and I’m not really interested in ‘those’ kind of activities, so what else do you like?” I asked.
He leaned back into his chair assessing my question. “I don’t know. I like art, cars, sailing, fishing up at my family’s cabin…”
“Women.”
Filter Norah, filter!
“What!” He almost choked on his own breath. I already regretted the word leaving my lips but it popped into my mind like a flashing neon warning sign. I secretly cursed Tess for bringing it up yesterday because now it was all I could think about.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt that out like an accusation. I’ve just heard about your reputation,” I said, unable to cover it up. Suddenly he looked like I had slapped his face.
Was he really that surprised?
“From Josh?” Clint asked, a clear hint of hostility in his voice, not happy with my statement.
“No, Tess actually. Not that she called you a man-whore or anything, she just said she’s never seen you with a steady girlfriend,” I confirmed. He studied me for more of a reaction but I offered none.
“Does that bother you?”
Well at least he didn’t lie and deny it. That’s certainly saying something.
I shrugged, “Who am I to tell you how to live your life, but I hope you don’t think this,” and I pointed my index finger towards him and then back to myself, “will lead to being part of your casual conquests.”
Clint leaned across the table so our eyes were looking directly into one another, “Do you think I asked you out as some elaborate ploy to get into your virginal panties?”
I moved even closer, showing him that I was not at all intimidated by his little stare down.
“Why did you ask me out then?” I questioned, not convinced.
He cocked his head to the side, his lips mischievously curling up. “What if I told you I just wanted to be friends, Norah?”
I imitated his movements exactly in my response. “Then I’d tell you I’m very selective with my friends, Clint.”
He placed both hands on his chest like he was offended. “So I’m not good enough to be your friend?”
I eyed him, “Do you want to just be my friend?”
He opened his mouth to respond and then clamped it shut. He then pushed himself back from the table, placing some distance between us, like he had exposed something he wasn’t
“That was lots of fun,” Clint stated, looking genuinely happy as he pulled out my chair for me like a gentleman.
“When I’m not painting or studying, I’m usually here. I find it very, peaceful.”
Clint smiled again as he took his seat, “Interesting choice of words Norah.”
I grinned back at him, “I’m an interesting kind of girl.”
Clint cleared his throat, “Yes, I’m starting to see that.”
A waitress came over to take our lunch order. We decided to share the cafe's signature cheese platter and both ordered sodas. When she left, Clint leaned back into his chair and rested his head on one of his arms getting comfortable.
“So, have you always been an artist?”
My heart was nodding her approval. I liked when guys took an interest. It told me that thought about someone other then themselves.
“If by that you mean, have I always explored my artistic side, then yes, I suppose you can say that. I was kind of a loner as a kid, so I threw myself into books as well as drawing and painting. I really love painting.”
Clint nodded and then listened as I started to ramble on about painting and various artists that I was influenced by and appreciated. It surprised me even more that he was hanging onto every word that came out of my mouth. Soon, our dinks arrived and I managed to stop talking about myself, turning my attention to Clint.
“And what kind of interests does Clint Weston have? I know you’re in the Lappell and I’m not really interested in ‘those’ kind of activities, so what else do you like?” I asked.
He leaned back into his chair assessing my question. “I don’t know. I like art, cars, sailing, fishing up at my family’s cabin…”
“Women.”
Filter Norah, filter!
“What!” He almost choked on his own breath. I already regretted the word leaving my lips but it popped into my mind like a flashing neon warning sign. I secretly cursed Tess for bringing it up yesterday because now it was all I could think about.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt that out like an accusation. I’ve just heard about your reputation,” I said, unable to cover it up. Suddenly he looked like I had slapped his face.
Was he really that surprised?
“From Josh?” Clint asked, a clear hint of hostility in his voice, not happy with my statement.
“No, Tess actually. Not that she called you a man-whore or anything, she just said she’s never seen you with a steady girlfriend,” I confirmed. He studied me for more of a reaction but I offered none.
“Does that bother you?”
Well at least he didn’t lie and deny it. That’s certainly saying something.
I shrugged, “Who am I to tell you how to live your life, but I hope you don’t think this,” and I pointed my index finger towards him and then back to myself, “will lead to being part of your casual conquests.”
Clint leaned across the table so our eyes were looking directly into one another, “Do you think I asked you out as some elaborate ploy to get into your virginal panties?”
I moved even closer, showing him that I was not at all intimidated by his little stare down.
“Why did you ask me out then?” I questioned, not convinced.
He cocked his head to the side, his lips mischievously curling up. “What if I told you I just wanted to be friends, Norah?”
I imitated his movements exactly in my response. “Then I’d tell you I’m very selective with my friends, Clint.”
He placed both hands on his chest like he was offended. “So I’m not good enough to be your friend?”
I eyed him, “Do you want to just be my friend?”
He opened his mouth to respond and then clamped it shut. He then pushed himself back from the table, placing some distance between us, like he had exposed something he wasn’t
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