You Live And Learn

29 | woos and walks

The day is over, and vibration comes from my phone. Taking it out of my pocket, the person's name shows up. It's Amanda.

"Hey, are you ready?" the text reads.

"Yeah, on my way there," I text back. I remember the location she wanted to meet up at and make my way there. About three minutes later I arrive by the bleachers, and Amanda is looking down at her phone. Within seconds, she's aware of my existence and looks up. The smile I get from her is blistering bright for no reason.

She gets up and says, "Oh it's you, hi," and hugs me while stretching the word.

A hug!? Already? She just met me and we're at that stage already. The softness I felt during the hug was enough to make my back tingle a little bit.

I hug her back, "Hey, what's good." She pulls away and examines me like I'm a test she's about to take. I take this time to do the same. She looks good today, like really good. She has dirty-blondish curls bouncing on her shoulders. She's wearing a black crop top with matching leggings. Finishing the fit off is a ring on her pinky finger, and some black and white Nike 270s. That's a gym fit if I haven't seen one.

"Nothing much just waiting to see you. I like your curls today. It's popping," Camille also complimented my curls today.

This is now my go-to hairstyle.

"Ah thank you, I like your hair and fit, too." She raises her eyebrow with a smirk creeping onto her face.

"Oh? What do you like about my outfit?" Immediately, she does a quick 360 to make sure I see everything. "Is it because," Amanda pauses, "you like how I look?" This girl then had the audacity to bat her eyes at me and then proceed to give me the puppy eyes.

I gulp. There's no way she got me cornered with just one question. Even though she has adorable eyes, her lips are a dead giveaway that she's joking with me. Alright, bet.

"Yeah, I do," I answer sternly. The response processes in her head, causing her to blush and what appears to be self-conscious. The eye contact is lost, and Amanda shifts her focus to the floor.

"Oh, thank you then," she shyly responds. Where did this personality change come from? I look away and scratch my head.

"You're welcome, I guess." Immediately, she bursts out into laughter. Her demeanor goes back to flirtatious.

"How was that? Did I make you nervous?" She leans in closer, her eyes gazing into mine.

I decide to play it off. "Nah, wasn't fazed one bit." I hope she can't sense that was cap. She stares at me for a while longer and just rolls her eyes playfully.

"Okay sure, whatever you say. Wanna go for a walk? There's not much to do here."

"All right."

She picks up her bag and other things and starts heading to the exit. I follow behind her quietly, having no idea where we are heading. What is with me and following girls to random places?

As we're walking, she turns her body to face me and says, "We're going to a nearby restaurant, I'm lowkey hungry." I nod and she turns back around. We keep it moving. I don't know what to say to her, like how do I break the ice? While I'm trying to find out the best way in my mind, Amanda notifies me that we're here. It looks like an old-school diner, a completely different vibe from the place I took Camille on our first date.

No, now is not the time to think about Camille.

We enter the building and are greeted by a friendly hostess. She's light skin with shoulder-length brown hair and a welcoming smile. Amanda says she wants a table for two, and the hostess leads us to the table. After we get situated, she leaves us alone to give us time to figure out what we want. After looking at the menu, it seems as though they sell everything underneath the sun.

"They sure do have a lot of options, huh?" Amanda asks, practically reading my mind.

"Yeah, I'm not sure what to get, to be honest."

"I can give you a recommendation, one sec,"

I'm still looking down at the menu. "Yeah, sure."

I  just so happen to look up at Amanda when I am greeted by her 'personalities' in my face. Any closer and I'll be nose deep into them. Master Roshi would have a field day, but this is real life. I just might get canceled. Instinctively, I pull back and lean into my seat. Apparently, she was leaning over to see what I was looking at. She notices my action and looks at me with a confused gaze.

Why is she looking at me like that? I'm the one that should be confused. "I was going to recommend you the chicken quesadillas they're really good." I clear my throat and try my best to brush off the entire situation.

"Ah okay, I'll get that." She looks at me, smiles, and then returns to her normal sitting position. The waitress comes back to take our orders. I ordered exactly what Amanda recommended and she got herself a miniature entrée that includes some rice, chicken, and vegetables. We both got pink lemonades as it turns out to be our favorite lemonade flavor. The waitress, her name is Becky, says it'll take about fifteen to twenty minutes to come out and she'll be back shortly with the drinks.

Becky leaves and Amanda directs her attention toward me again. She gives me a smirk, and I already know that she's about to say something outlandish.

"So, Alonzo, tell me. Am I your type?"

I almost choke on air. "I beg your pardon?" She giggles for a few seconds and gives me a cheeky smile.

"You heard me. Am I?"

"If I may ask," I respond as Becky comes back with the drinks and leave, "what did you ask that?"

Amanda takes a sip before answering. "I guess because I find you attractive and wanted your thoughts on me."

Oh. Oh wow. I was not expecting that.

"Oh." She laughs at my response.

"Caught you off guard, didn't it? I understand. But I'm still waiting for an answer," Amanda gives me her signature cat eyes.

How am I supposed to answer that?

A/N: Hoped you enjoy it. More is on the way. 

~Antor