Love Is Blind

Movie Theatres

   Weeks had passed since we began dating. Although we never brought up our relationship at work, we were content with it. Happy. Almost a full five weeks had passed and I had lost count of the numerous dates we had gone on. That night was probably around ninety, though. Or at least, it felt like it.

  Pulling on a soft t-shirt, the feeling faded against my skin, I ran a hand through my hair, hoping it would look at least a little tamed. Not that it matter, but it still felt important to me. Checking that I had my keys and wallet in my pocket, I shoved my phone into my back pocket.

  Pulling it back out a moment later, I pressed the button on the side, "Phone, text Lacey."

  A ping sounded, alerting me to the fact that my phone was processing my request. Only a couple of seconds later and it responded in that condescending robotic voice phones always seemed to have, "What shall I text Lacey, Jacob?"

  Our names were even more skewed by the metallic voice and I had to hold back a laugh, "Are you ready for me to pick you up yet?"

  Responding to me after another whir of noises, "Shall I text Lacey 'Are you ready for me to pick you up yet'?"

  "Yes," I confirmed and then I listened until it pinged again, indicating it had finished.

    Replacing it in my pocket, the reply was muffled by the denim of my favorite pair of worn jeans, "Message sent to Lacey."

  As I finished getting ready, I listened like a basset hound for the chime that would notify me of Lacey's reply. About two minutes passed before I heard the aforementioned chime. Tugging the device from my pocket, I pressed the button to hear the message.

  "Lacey has said: 'Ready, Jake. Are you? Because, I swear, you spend more time getting ready than any girl I have ever met. Are you even on your way yet?'" A pause disconnected Lacey's reply from the machines question, "Would you like to send a replying message to Lacey?"

  "Yes, I would," I answered the robotic woman, smiling at what Lacey had said.

  "What shall I send?" She asked.

  "Oh shush up. I'm on my way, Webber, so you better be ready."

  After repeating my message for confirmation, the phone whirred and dinged when it was done. Walking outside, I waited at the curb a moment before my cab arrived and the door opened audibly in front of me. Sliding in, I buckled up and informed him of Lacey's address so that we could pick her up before our movie date.

  The ride was short, twenty minutes at the most, though it was probably only about fifteen. Upon arriving, I didn't get the chance to get out and go to the door as I would have liked. Instead, Lacey slid into the seat beside me and the smile in her voice shot happiness spiraling through my own veins.

  "Hello, babe. I was worried you would never show up. Thought I would be eighty-five by the time you finished getting ready and actually came to get me."

  Laughing cheerily, I replied cheekily, "You are the only person I will ever get ready for and not take ten hours. And Lace?"

  "Oh, why thank you, kind sir!" She joked back, her own laugh melting into her girly voice, "Yeah?"

  Reaching over, even though we were so close that our shoulders were touching, I held out the long stemmed rose I held in my right hand, "Next time let me get up to your doorstep and be a proper gentleman before you get into the cab car, okay?"

  Taking it from me, she giggled softly, but the blush wasn't lost from it, "Aww... Well, thank you, Jacob. Next time I promise to do just that."

  "Good," I responded.