Evie | a lesbian fantasy romance [girlxgirl]

nine

"Entering your name and having it track your points is such a genius idea," Evie says with amazement as I enter our names in the system at our bowling lane.

"Technology," I say jokingly, glancing at her. "Capable of such wondrous things."

She either hears my sarcasm and doesn't acknowledge it or simply doesn't recognise it, because she's still staring up at the TV above our lane where I'm typing our names.

"We had to write our points on a piece of paper," she says, looking back to me. "A little harder to do, but much easier to cheat, I must say."

I raise an eyebrow. "Wow. You were planning to cheat?"

She tries not to smile. "Maybe."

I snicker at her honesty. "Very nice. Now I'm definitely going to kick your arse."

After setting it all up for us, we take turns bowling and enjoying ourselves in the process. I could take it easy on Evie and let her get a few points ahead, just to give her some hope of winning, but that would be too easy. I'm not too harsh though, I don't rub it in her face. Not yet anyway.

It's cute watching her play, especially because her bowling shoes are a little slippy on the floorboards and she's making every effort to not fall over. That, and watching her get distracted every time a bowling animation signalling a 'spare' or 'strike' plays on the TV is enough to have me smiling the whole way through.

After several games, of which I win them all, we give our shoes back to the front desk and make our way over to the diner in the same place.

"I believe that's three wins for me," I say with a grin. "Your arse equals kicked."

She shoves me gently, rolling her eyes. "You have had more practice than I have, Leila. It's barely a fair competition."

I scrunch my nose in disagreement. "That sounds like something a loser would say."

She lifts a brow with warning, but it does nothing to make her appear intimidating because her smile is threatening to break out.

"Come on, food time," I say between laughter, leading her to the tables and pulling out the chair for her. "Losing so much surely must have worked you up an appetite."

She scoffs with offence but accepts the seat, sitting down. I sit opposite her and pull out the menus from the centre of the table, handing her one.

"I reckon I could beat you if I had more practice," she says with confidence, looking over her menu at me.

"If you say so, love."

"I do."

"Uh-huh..."

She kicks my shin under the table, making me whine and rub it instantly.

"Guess who finally learnt to use her feet?" she asks with a satisfied grin.

I sigh, narrowing my eyes at her with amusement before shaking my head and letting it go.

After we both order our food, we sit quietly for a moment. My hands are clasped together on the table as I watch her with a small smile. I still find it hard to believe she's actually here, but she is. It's almost strange, seeing her somewhere she shouldn't be (but definitely deserves to be). But if any of the modernity bothers her, even in the slightest, she isn't letting it show.

"Today doesn't feel real," she comments, as if thinking the same thing I am. Her eyes, looking more blue than green at the moment, meet mine across the table. "None of it."

"Oh, it definitely is," I assure her with a slight smile. "That gorgeous breakfast you had this morning? Real. You almost slipping on the steps earlier? Very real. Me beating you three times in a row? Re–"