Waves of Love

Chapter Eight: Summer Nights in the City

Chapter Eight: Summer Nights in the City

            “He’s twenty-two?!” Rosie and Ivey asked together as we drove toward the city. Even though they seemed shocked about his age, I could care less about it, he was the first guy who seemed to act real around me, and I loved it.

            “Yes, and I’m seventeen, what’s the problem?” I asked them as I stuck my hand out the window and the let the window blow through it as Ivey drove toward the city.

            “Five years, that’s the problem.” Rosie called from the back seat. I turned around and faced her.

            “He’s sweet, and who says anything is going to happen anyway?” I asked her. She looked at me and nodded.

            “I guess you’re right,”

            “Rose, you haven’t even met him yet.” I said as I turned back around in my seat letting the wind flow through my hair.

            We pulled into the city and it was bustling like normal, Ivey quickly pulled into a prime parking spot, right at the start of the historic city of Savannah. I smiled as I hopped out of the car and grabbed my light jacket throwing it on over my tee shirt, keeping the light cool nip in the air off my bare arms.

            “Hey, I’ll see y’all later.” I called over my shoulder as I sipped my purse over my shoulder and made my way over to the fountain. I smiled as I saw him standing there. He had on a pair of khaki shorts and a light navy jacket on which was zipped up far enough to keep him warm, but low enough to show a little chest. His feet were clad in a pair of black converses. His smile grew brighter, as he caught sight of me.

            “Hey.” He greeted me with a hug. I smiled and hugged him back.

            “Hi, are you hungry?” I asked him as we started to walk down through the city.

            “Starved,” He smiled over at me as we walked toward Clary’s Café.

            “Good, because we’re eating here,” I told him pointing to the café. He looked up at the signed and nodded.

            “Sounds good.”

            We walked inside and were seated soon after. I looked over at him across the table and smiled. His eyes were so bright, that I just couldn’t stop staring at him.

            “Why, are you looking at me that way?” He asked me with a bright smile. I smiled at him and laughed a little.

            “No reason.”

            “There’s got to be a reason, is there something on my face?” He asked with a laugh. I smiled at him and shook my head no. “Is there something in my hair?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair messing it up. I reached up and grabbed his hand.

            “No, there is nothing in your hair,” I said quickly pulling my hand away from his. He grabbed my hand again, the tingle I jumped away from started again.

            “Then what is it?” He smiled at me.

            “I’m just trying to figure you out. You’re hard to read.” I told him softly as the waitress walked over to the table. He squeezed my hand and then let it go at the waitress began to talk.