serious face I could muster, and before I know it, I burst out laughing, getting curious looks from the surrounding tables.
“I knew you were going to laugh!”
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I say “You made it sound like your secret was like, life or death. Country music isn’t bad! I listen to it sometimes!"
Still laughing to myself, I go to take my next shot and sink another two solids.
“Am I going to ever get to ask you another question?"
“Don’t plan on it, since this is the only way I can keep you talking. Alright, two balls equals two questions.”
“Ughh just get on with it. You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“You’re right, I am. Okay first question. Why did you think I was pretending to be nice to you last night?”
That seems to take her off guard and she looks away, thinking about what to say.
“Next question?”
“No way.”
“Let’s just say I don’t have a happy history.”
“I’m feeling there's a story there. Care to elaborate?
“Can we leave it at you’re the first guy I’ve met that hasn’t made fun of me in some way. At least not yet.”
She looks down then, and my heart breaks a little. I go over and lift her chin up so she can see the truth in my eyes when I say “And I don’t plan on it, Elli. Trust me.”
As she continues to look me in the eyes, she whispers “you still have another question.”
“You’re right I do. Why were you really at the rink alone last night?”
“I always go alone. It helps me clear my head.”
I nod my head because I get it. The way you can lose yourself on the ice is unlike anything else. “I can relate. But I’d like to be there for you the next time you feel like that.”
She takes a second before slowly shaking her head and looking away. Figuring she needs a little breather, I line up to take my next shot and purposely miss.
“You did that on purpose!”
“Did not!”
“Sure you didn’t...”
“Guess it’s your turn now."
She lines up to take her shot, and misses. “I told you I’m not good at pool. I wasn’t lying.”
“Well lucky for me in this particular situation.” I take my next shot and sink it easily. Five down, two to go, and then the eight ball.
“Favorite movie?”
“That’s such a hard one! I have so many! I can’t pick just one!”
“Okay okay! Top five.”
“Can the Harry Potter series count as one? And the Pirates of the Caribbean?”
“Of course. So that’s two. Three more.”
“Umm, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, Peter Pan,”
“Classics.”
"And of course, Wreck It Ralph.”
“Haven’t seen it.”
“What????! Oh my gosh you’re really missing out. It’s made so beautifully and the storyline is so original. Like, the artists who worked on this movie are seriously geniuses. All the details they put into the movie are unbelievable. It keeps you on the edge of your seat the whole time and then the ending just hits you. Fix It Felix is my favorite character and, and I’m totally rambling and why are you staring at me like that?”
I’m in total awe. The way she gets so excited over this is like I’m seeing the real her. Like she is opening up and getting more comfortable with me. I like it, a lot. More than I probably should. “I’m sorry. I just love how excited you get. It’s nice seeing you happy.”
Heat creeps into her cheeks. “Again, with the blushing?!”
“It’s a good look on you.”
“Seriously though, you have to see this movie.”
“You’ll have to watch it with me.”
Without giving her time to answer, I sink my remaining two shots, and then the eight ball, all while she gives me a dead pan look.
“I have a feeling I was hustled.”
“I never said I wasn’t good.”
Just then the waitress comes to us and asks us if we want to sit down at our table or the bar so we can continue playing. We agree on going to the table since were done, and I look at the salad she ordered. It looks like rabbit food, and there is no way I
“I knew you were going to laugh!”
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I say “You made it sound like your secret was like, life or death. Country music isn’t bad! I listen to it sometimes!"
Still laughing to myself, I go to take my next shot and sink another two solids.
“Am I going to ever get to ask you another question?"
“Don’t plan on it, since this is the only way I can keep you talking. Alright, two balls equals two questions.”
“Ughh just get on with it. You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“You’re right, I am. Okay first question. Why did you think I was pretending to be nice to you last night?”
That seems to take her off guard and she looks away, thinking about what to say.
“Next question?”
“No way.”
“Let’s just say I don’t have a happy history.”
“I’m feeling there's a story there. Care to elaborate?
“Can we leave it at you’re the first guy I’ve met that hasn’t made fun of me in some way. At least not yet.”
She looks down then, and my heart breaks a little. I go over and lift her chin up so she can see the truth in my eyes when I say “And I don’t plan on it, Elli. Trust me.”
As she continues to look me in the eyes, she whispers “you still have another question.”
“You’re right I do. Why were you really at the rink alone last night?”
“I always go alone. It helps me clear my head.”
I nod my head because I get it. The way you can lose yourself on the ice is unlike anything else. “I can relate. But I’d like to be there for you the next time you feel like that.”
She takes a second before slowly shaking her head and looking away. Figuring she needs a little breather, I line up to take my next shot and purposely miss.
“You did that on purpose!”
“Did not!”
“Sure you didn’t...”
“Guess it’s your turn now."
She lines up to take her shot, and misses. “I told you I’m not good at pool. I wasn’t lying.”
“Well lucky for me in this particular situation.” I take my next shot and sink it easily. Five down, two to go, and then the eight ball.
“Favorite movie?”
“That’s such a hard one! I have so many! I can’t pick just one!”
“Okay okay! Top five.”
“Can the Harry Potter series count as one? And the Pirates of the Caribbean?”
“Of course. So that’s two. Three more.”
“Umm, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, Peter Pan,”
“Classics.”
"And of course, Wreck It Ralph.”
“Haven’t seen it.”
“What????! Oh my gosh you’re really missing out. It’s made so beautifully and the storyline is so original. Like, the artists who worked on this movie are seriously geniuses. All the details they put into the movie are unbelievable. It keeps you on the edge of your seat the whole time and then the ending just hits you. Fix It Felix is my favorite character and, and I’m totally rambling and why are you staring at me like that?”
I’m in total awe. The way she gets so excited over this is like I’m seeing the real her. Like she is opening up and getting more comfortable with me. I like it, a lot. More than I probably should. “I’m sorry. I just love how excited you get. It’s nice seeing you happy.”
Heat creeps into her cheeks. “Again, with the blushing?!”
“It’s a good look on you.”
“Seriously though, you have to see this movie.”
“You’ll have to watch it with me.”
Without giving her time to answer, I sink my remaining two shots, and then the eight ball, all while she gives me a dead pan look.
“I have a feeling I was hustled.”
“I never said I wasn’t good.”
Just then the waitress comes to us and asks us if we want to sit down at our table or the bar so we can continue playing. We agree on going to the table since were done, and I look at the salad she ordered. It looks like rabbit food, and there is no way I
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