The Date--Krista

 

Time seems to pass by slower than I would like when I’m waiting for something. This

time, however, is different. The guy of my dreams has finally asked me out on our first date. I

anxiously sit on my couch, my hands balled up into tight fists as I glance at the door and window

every other second. I could hardly stand it, I was so excited. Though, I would be lying if I said I

wasn’t nervous too. After all, how am I supposed to act? Everyone says you should be yourself

because that’s what he wants and that’s why he asked me out. There’s always that little voice in

my head that contradicts my voice of reason and logic, no matter if that voice is wrong or right.

Interrupting my thoughts, the sound of a car pulling up to the curb in front of my house

rings through my ears. I shoot up out of my seat almost immediately as the pit in my stomach

grows more and more. The reality of the situation was getting more and more real.

I open the door to find him standing there with a smile so bright it rivals the sun, his eyes

twinkling in a way so familiar to me at this point.

“Hi, Rose…” His voice trailed off, and I found that I loved the way he said my name

because it rolls off his tongue as smooth as butter.

He had the most beautiful brown eyes that could melt my soul. I loved the way the light

shined off his long, red-brown hair that framed his face so effortlessly. However, it’s his

mischievous smile that gets me falling hard.

“Distracted, love?”

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and back into reality. I find more and more that

he can distract me into oblivion to the point where I’m unaware of anyone and anything else.

“Oh, sorry,” I chuckle softly. “I was a little distracted, but I’m ready to go!” I tried to

make it sound like I wasn’t so nervous that I felt sick to my stomach.

As I stepped out of the doorway, locking the front door as I left, I felt his hand on my

lower back and it made me feel so warm and loved on the inside. Then he took my hand and

gave it a small squeeze as if to tell me that everything was okay. The way our hands fit so

perfectly together baffles me, but it’s as if we were meant to be, as cliche as it sounds.

“Here, let me open the door for you, love.” Without any hesitation, he opened the

passenger side door with a cheeky grin.

“Such a gentleman,” I muttered with a blush rising on my cheeks as I stepped inside of

the car.

“Of course, am I anything but a gentleman?” he retorts with a wry smile.

I had always known that he hated his laugh, and I knew by the way he held his laughter

back with a smile so effortlessly as if this wasn’t new to him at all. By just looking into his eyes I

felt that I could figure him out, all of the ins and outs, in no time at all. However, I also knew

how he seemed to put a wall up to avoid having people figure him out so easily.

It was then in the car how I could almost feel that he was letting his guard down and

letting himself be open and free to me, so I could get to know the true him and not some fake

version of him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He kept his eyes glued to the road in front of him, but only I

could spot the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“You know I was thinking about you.” I teased playfully, avoiding his complacent look.

“I do, I just wanted to hear you say it, it’s much more fun that way, don’t you think?” he

asks, glancing my way.

In an instant, he perked up and a smile curled on his lips. “Close your eyes, I want where

I’m taking you to be a surprise!”

I rolled my eyes and placed my hands over my eyes, and I could only try to figure out

where we were going by the sounds going on around me. So far, though, I had no idea where I

was because, admittedly, I wasn’t paying attention earlier in the car. I was a little distracted, so to

speak.

“Robin, can I open my eyes now?” I asked quietly, turning to him.

I heard him chuckle slightly and say, “Let me help you out of the car first.”

I felt his hands on my shoulders leading me out of the car. I felt light, cool air hitting my

face and the increasing sound of music. And then before I knew it, the sound of a door opening

rang through my ears.

“Open your eyes, love,” Robin told me.

As soon as I opened my eyes I saw my favorite restaurant. It was nothing fancy, and not

even that special; so, that confused me a little because of that fact.

But I turned to him and I saw a cheeky grin tugging at his lips, and I could see how proud

and happy he was. It warmed my heart to see him so happy because of me. But the question is…

Why?

“Can I ask you something?” I look him squarely in the eyes, wanting to inquire more

about his “motives” behind the date.

“Of course…” His voice trailed off as he continued to remain in eye contact with me.

“Why did you take me here? It’s nothing special or fancy, I know that.” I broke eye

contact with him and my eyes dropped down to my feet, to which he lifted my chin with his

finger with a soft smile, I could see in his eyes how much he cared.

“Well, that’s simple. I know this is your favorite place to eat and how happy you are

when you get to eat here. And seeing you so happy and in your element makes me happy.”

I truly didn’t know how to respond because it made me speechless to know that I make

him so happy. So, all I thought to do was hug him as tight as I could and savor the moment, no

matter where we were because all that mattered was how much we cared.

“Thank you, I don’t think you know how much this means to me,” I confessed, a slight

blush rising to my cheeks.

“I guess I’ll find out, won’t I?” And with that, he kissed my cheek as we walked to the

register, and I absolutely could not wait to see how it turns out.