Kat and Andrew

Part 3

Andrew sat in the arm of the couch as he waited for Kat to get ready. She was, as a rule, very quick. She didn't wear much makeup and rarely wore anything but blue jeans and a t-shirt. Of course a hoody would be thrown on top this time of year to battle the damp chill. He had been sitting in this spot for 45 minutes. He had thought to go check to make sure she had not fallen and hit her head on the toilet, or something equally as ludacris, but every time he neared the door he stopped to listen. He could hear the faint sound of joyful humming and the occasional girlish giggle. He had no idea what she was doing, but decided to wait patiently upon the arm of the couch once more.

When Kat exited her bedroom Andrew lost his ability for cognitive thought. He felt like a cave man as a bunch of grunts and ughs came into his mind. He guessed he must be blushing and his jaw must have been in the vicinity of his shoes, because Kat broke into a wide grin. She walked up very slow and deliberate, placed her hand gently on his lower jaw and pressed it shut, "I would ask how I look, but from the absent look on your face, I would say pretty freakin hot." She giggled and bounced to the kitchen to retrieve her purse. Andrew watched as she moved around. She was wearing a dark green velvet dress that sparkled and shimmered in the light. Her silken hair was pulled up high and loose on top of her head and melted into her sexy round little face, her long eye lashes nearly casting shadows over her radiant eyes. He had never seen her look this nice.

Kat nearly had to drag him to the car before he recovered from the shock of the ordeal. "So," she asked, sitting in the passenger seat with her feet pulled up on the dash and her little date night purse sitting on her lap, "Where are we going?" Andrew was still having trouble processing more than one thing at a time, and right now was focused on driving.

"Uh..." was all he could mutter as he turned right down 87th.

"Well," Kat said with a giggle, "I have never heard of UH... I do hope it is nice."

Andrew was disappointed in himself. He was one of those guys who always had something to say and was never at a loss for words. He wondered if this was what it was like to be smitten. He had never felt this way before in his life, but then he had never known anyone like Kat before. She was vibrant and charismatic, flamboyant and down to earth too. She was everything he was not. If she ever had a moment where she was not confident in herself it never showed outward. "Shea 'Olé Paris," he finally managed to spit out. Kat's eyes widened, she suddenly felt a little under dressed for the occasion. Andrew caught her looking down at her evening gown reluctantly, it was the first time he had ever seen her second guess herself, and the first time since she had emerged from the bedroom that he felt anything that remotely resembled confidence, "You look amazing girl. Any man would be honored to have you on his arm." With that comment she perked right back up, like a lily that had been watered for the first time in weeks.

They pulled up in front of the restaurant and a young man of no more than 18 stepped up to the curb in a red vest. He opened the door for Kat and she stepped out, wrapping a heavy knit shawl of a slightly lighter shade of green around her shoulders. The young man bowed to Kat, which still made him taller even as he stooped. Andrew stepped out and handed the kid the keys and a ten dollar bill. "No scratches kid," he said with a chuckle. Andrew drove a 1992 Toyota Camary that was still running strong with 240,000 miles on it, but had been in a few minor scrapes. Someone had broken into it one time and tore up the door lock on the driver's side pretty good before just knocking out the window. He had picked a new one up at the wrecking yard and it still had the yellow marker on it. The kid looked at the keys and then back at the car. You could tell he was used to parking much nicer vehicles, and was trying to figure out how this guy would know if his car had a new scratch on it. "Of course sir," he said in a squeaky voice. Andrew thought he could take this kid goose hunting and use him as the call.