Chapter Three - TIME WELL SPENT
"And here we are
Strangers, barefoot dancing on the bar
The bottom of the bottle seems so far
So come on, let's dive back in
Cause I'm tired of working, it's time to play
Where I stumble's where I've stayed
If palm tree shade makes a perfect tent
Then wasted time is time well spent"
Time well spent - Brett Eldredge
"Come with me." He said and Sophia followed.
They were now walking on Central Park and it was nearly 11pm.
"Is this when you take me to an alley and kill me? Cause that would be a horrible end to this amazing night." Sophie stated after she tried for at least three times to get Blake to tell her where they were going. By foot! He was mute, but wouldn't stop smiling, glancing in her direction from time to time.
"So, clubs or pubs?" He finally broke his vow of silence and Sophie smiled at him. It had been nearly a week after their encounter at the airport and here he was playing her game again.
"Pubs. You?" She answered.
"Same. Not a big fan of dancing." He explained and Sophie had to laugh.
"You don't dance?" She asked.
"I can't dance. There's a difference." Blake stated with not so much enthusiasm.
"I thought that being a soccer player and all you'd have the ability to dance." Sophie shrugged, enjoying the cool autumn air.
Blake laughed. "That makes no sense."
"Speaking of that. Which team do you play for?" Sophia asked, curious to know more. That was the whole point of him dragging her out of the party after all.
"You really didn't know me." Blake said although it sounded more like a question.
"I'm a football girl." She defended herself.
"I play for New York Red Bulls." Blake said taking car keys from his pocket. He had a New York Red Bulls key holder.
"Oh. I was wondering if you played with Pirlo, Lampard and David Villa in New York City FC." Sophia told him, kind of disappointed.
Blake looked at her in surprise but kept walking. "So you do know about soccer."
"I used to play when I was a kid. I know a stuff or two. But after I left my dad's house I stopped playing and following soccer." Blake nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence. He took his cellphone and seemed to send someone a text.
"I'm a bit confused if I should call you Tom or Blake." Sophie admitted after thinking about it a little.
"My brother is the only one who calls me Tom. So you choose." He shrugged and kept the smile that seemed to never get off his face.
"Blake Thomas. Tom. Blake. Thomas." Sophia tried the names on her tongue trying to find which one fit him the most. "So many options."
"Your choice." He stated.
"Alright, Thomas." Sophie said in a singing tone.
"Alright, Klein." He sang back and Sophie chuckled.
"No one calls me Klein anymore. Not since college." She told him, remembering the days in NYU.
"So, have you always wanted to be a publicist?" Thomas asked looking at her as they continued walking on Central Park.
"Can you imagine a little girl dreaming of being a publicist?" Sophie asked ironically.
"Not at all."
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