The Rules of Dating

Chapter 10- Rule number 3-Don't analyse just assume

Chapter 10- Rule number 3-Don’t analyse just assume  

“Emma!” I heard Vincent voice echo through the hallway.

“I’m coming.” I shouted back.  I quickly ran to the mirror and did a quick check on my make-up and my hair. I bent down and picked up my shoes as I hopped towards my clutch as I tried to put my shoes on. Once I was safely in my silver high heels I dashed down to see Vincent with a foul mood.  He just pointed at his watch with annoyance.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said as I rushed past him towards the door.

Once we settled in his car and he started to drive, his annoyance that was stretched on his face minutes ago was now a blank. I wasn’t sure if he was still annoyed with the fact that I was late once again or if he has just forgotten about that and is happy to get there. I decided not to say anything to him so I turned my gaze outside the window as the houses and car zoomed past me. I wasn’t paying attention to the outside world as my mind wandered away to my thoughts.

It’s been a month since the day of the beach where I told Vincent about some issues I have been dealing with for few years. He never once made me regret telling him, I feel like since that day I have started to like Vincent more. He and I have been getting on so well, I might even say we are friends. I know very shocking, the guy I once hated has suddenly become my friend. Well it was very hard to hate him when I come home to a cooked meal, we have our late night movie marathon and we help each other out in our worse time, for me it was the stupid accounts. I feel really content and most importantly I don’t feel alone anymore.

“We are here.” I heard Vincent say.

I looked out to see we were at our destination, a bar. I stepped out into the chilly air and quickly walked towards the entrance with Vincent closely behind me. Once I stepped into the bar, I felt Vincent’s hand snake around my waist as he walked beside me. I instantly felt a shiver down my spine at the touch of his hand. I found the nearest table and settled in my seat so fast that Vincent just looked at me in confusion. I ignored his expression as I tried to calm my beating heart. I love hanging out with Vincent but whenever he touched me my body and heart responded in ways I can’t even comprehend.

“Do you want to start the lesson now?” He asked me.

“I need a drink first.” I said.

“Orange juice?”

I shook my head, “I want Gin Madras.”

“Really?” He asked in shock.

I nodded my head. He was used to me having the boring orange or fruit juice but I need to live a little and I’m sure having an alcoholic drink will help me slightly. I did set out to have fun and I’m sure my change in drink would help me to loosen a bit and stop being boring and predictable all the time.

He came back with the drinks while I was texting Jasmine, when suddenly a hand clasped around the device and pulled it out of my hands. I looked up annoyed. “No mobile phones during lessons.”