could eat that and not still be hungry afterwards.
“So I have three questions left.”
“And I’m sure you’re going to use all of them.”
“Damn straight. Okay so first question. I know you have a brother. What about the rest of your family?” I watch her tense up a little and pick at her salad. It’s like she’s afraid to eat it. I take a bite of my burger, not letting my eyes waver from her face.
“Stereotypical Italian family. I have a brother and sister. My moms a stay at home mom, and my dad is a mechanic, and a hockey coach. He used to be in the Marines.”
She starts picking at her cuticles again, and I know my next question. "Why do you do that to your fingers?”
“Do what?”
“Make yourself bleed.”
She looks down and understanding takes over her features. “It’s nothing. Just a nervous habit. I don’t even realize I do it.”
“What are you nervous about?”
“Is that your next question?”
“Oh no. Im saving that one for later.” I give her a quick wink and she smiles.
“So can I ask some questions now?”
“You can ask me whatever you like.”
“Where are you from?”
“Right here in Florida. I actually live at home since I’m only twenty minutes from the school.”
“That’s awesome. So what about your family?”
“I’m an only child. So it’s just me and my parents. My parents own a restaurant called Rose Tattoo. My mom’s a baker and my dads a chef.”
“Rose Tattoo? As in the Dropkick Murphy’s song?”
This girl continues to impress me. And I tell her just that.
Laughing, she says “So I’m guessing you’re Irish?”
“You guess right.”
We continue our friendly banter for another twenty minutes, and when I finish my burger, I notice she barely touched her salad.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“No not really. I had a big lunch.”
“Do you want any of my fries?”
“Oh no, I’m totally fine! Thank you though.”
We get the check and I pay for us, and ignore her attempts to give me money for a meal she barely touched. As we stand up to leave, she falters a little and I go to reach for her hand to steady her. “Are you okay?!”
“Yea, sorry. I just tripped. I can be a klutz sometimes.”
Somehow, I doubt that. Especially not with the way she can skate.
We make our way out to the car and she gives me directions to her place. When we pull up, I go to open her door for her, and walk her up the three flights of stairs to her apartment.
“This was really fun Elli. I’m really happy you agreed to come out tonight.”
“Me too Dylan. I think this is the first Saturday night I’ve done something besides work. So thank you.”
“Really? Well we’re going to have to change that.”
“Are we now?”
“I still have one question, remember?”
“How could I have possibly forgotten?”
“Will you go out with me again Elli?”
She grins up at me and says “So I have the option to say no?”
Recalling when she said that earlier, I smirk down at her and reply “Technically, but what fun would that be?”
“I think I would like that, Mr. Hockey.”
“Can I ask one more question?”
“It would seem you’re all out of questions.”
“Winner gets an extra question.”
“I don’t remember that being part of the deal.”
“I’m changing the rules.”
“Well, by all means then.”
Instead of asking, I act upon it. I hold her face in one hand as my other rests on the small of her back while I do what I’ve wanted to do all night. And when she allows me to kiss her without pulling back, I decide not to push her too far, but make it last a few moments longer. When she pulls back with a smile on her face, I know I did the right thing. In a soft voice, her brown eyes continue staring into mine and she breaks the silence.
“Um, I don’t think that was a question.”
“I decided the answer was yes.”
She’s just smiling. And I’m pretty sure my smile matches hers. We’re in a comfortable silence, and I’m loving
“So I have three questions left.”
“And I’m sure you’re going to use all of them.”
“Damn straight. Okay so first question. I know you have a brother. What about the rest of your family?” I watch her tense up a little and pick at her salad. It’s like she’s afraid to eat it. I take a bite of my burger, not letting my eyes waver from her face.
“Stereotypical Italian family. I have a brother and sister. My moms a stay at home mom, and my dad is a mechanic, and a hockey coach. He used to be in the Marines.”
She starts picking at her cuticles again, and I know my next question. "Why do you do that to your fingers?”
“Do what?”
“Make yourself bleed.”
She looks down and understanding takes over her features. “It’s nothing. Just a nervous habit. I don’t even realize I do it.”
“What are you nervous about?”
“Is that your next question?”
“Oh no. Im saving that one for later.” I give her a quick wink and she smiles.
“So can I ask some questions now?”
“You can ask me whatever you like.”
“Where are you from?”
“Right here in Florida. I actually live at home since I’m only twenty minutes from the school.”
“That’s awesome. So what about your family?”
“I’m an only child. So it’s just me and my parents. My parents own a restaurant called Rose Tattoo. My mom’s a baker and my dads a chef.”
“Rose Tattoo? As in the Dropkick Murphy’s song?”
This girl continues to impress me. And I tell her just that.
Laughing, she says “So I’m guessing you’re Irish?”
“You guess right.”
We continue our friendly banter for another twenty minutes, and when I finish my burger, I notice she barely touched her salad.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“No not really. I had a big lunch.”
“Do you want any of my fries?”
“Oh no, I’m totally fine! Thank you though.”
We get the check and I pay for us, and ignore her attempts to give me money for a meal she barely touched. As we stand up to leave, she falters a little and I go to reach for her hand to steady her. “Are you okay?!”
“Yea, sorry. I just tripped. I can be a klutz sometimes.”
Somehow, I doubt that. Especially not with the way she can skate.
We make our way out to the car and she gives me directions to her place. When we pull up, I go to open her door for her, and walk her up the three flights of stairs to her apartment.
“This was really fun Elli. I’m really happy you agreed to come out tonight.”
“Me too Dylan. I think this is the first Saturday night I’ve done something besides work. So thank you.”
“Really? Well we’re going to have to change that.”
“Are we now?”
“I still have one question, remember?”
“How could I have possibly forgotten?”
“Will you go out with me again Elli?”
She grins up at me and says “So I have the option to say no?”
Recalling when she said that earlier, I smirk down at her and reply “Technically, but what fun would that be?”
“I think I would like that, Mr. Hockey.”
“Can I ask one more question?”
“It would seem you’re all out of questions.”
“Winner gets an extra question.”
“I don’t remember that being part of the deal.”
“I’m changing the rules.”
“Well, by all means then.”
Instead of asking, I act upon it. I hold her face in one hand as my other rests on the small of her back while I do what I’ve wanted to do all night. And when she allows me to kiss her without pulling back, I decide not to push her too far, but make it last a few moments longer. When she pulls back with a smile on her face, I know I did the right thing. In a soft voice, her brown eyes continue staring into mine and she breaks the silence.
“Um, I don’t think that was a question.”
“I decided the answer was yes.”
She’s just smiling. And I’m pretty sure my smile matches hers. We’re in a comfortable silence, and I’m loving
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