Not Over You

Chapter 4 - Sandy

“Can you please stop pacing, Sandy?! I’m trying to edit tracks for some band’s demo and your pacing isn’t helping!” Sophia snapped at me before turning up the volume of her headphones.

I let out a sigh and I was nervous as fuck. I straightened out my cream blouse for the umpteenth time and checked my appearance in the mirror.

Nathan was supposed to pick me up at 7 for our date tonight and its already 7:04.

What if he stood me up? What if he changed his mind? What if-

Ding. Finally! I ran my fingers through my hair and checked my appearance in the mirror for the last time. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

Oh hot damn. Nathan looks goooood.

“You ready to go?” I nodded. I called out a goodbye to Sophia and she just mumbled in response.

It’s been a week since the incident at the party. It haunted my thoughts every night before going to bed but Nathan was on my mind most of the time. He didn’t ask what was up with me that night but I’m glad he didn’t. I don’t think I’m ready to tell him yet. Besides, we’ve only known each other for a week. I mean, I don’t even know him that well. I don’t know what his favorite color is, what his mother’s name is or what he even does for a living!

“So… you look beautiful.” Nathan said shyly and I blushed a shade of beet red while thanking him with a peck on the cheek.

“Where are we going by the way?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Oh come on Nathaaan,” He stuck his tongue out at me before letting out a low chuckle- scratch that- before letting out a really really really sexy chuckle. All I could think about was having his tongue in my mouth, his taste and the way his bare body would feel against mine. I wondered how he would feel inside me and how sexy he would look like in the morning with his hair all tousled- what the fuck am I saying? Ugh, it’s been a while since I got some action. The last time I’ve had some was a little over 5 years ago with he-who-shall-not-be-named.

I really need to get laid.

“Earth to Sandy? We’re here.” Nathan grinned at me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks because I was just having a sex fantasy about him with right him next to me. Before I could step out of his car, he opened the door for me like a proper gentleman would. I smiled in thanks and held onto his left hand.

“You like it?” I nodded before actually looking around the place. It had a nice ambiance and it wasn’t cramped with a lot of people, which I was thankful for.

Nathan and I were seated at the table beside the wall. There was another empty table to our left and the nearest customers were seated around three tables away. The waiter around his mid-forties took our order before a little girl probably 8 or so approached our table with a pen and paper in hand.

“Hi Nathan, can I have an autograph please?” She asked shyly and Nathan flashed her a smile.

“Sure love, what’s your name?”

“Patricia.” He scribbled out a message for the little girl before giving her a hug. Weird. Is Nathan like an actor or something? Perhaps he’s like Hannah Montana. A normal guy during the day but a rockstar during the night…

“Aren’t you even gonna ask why she just asked for my autograph?”

“Not really,” I teased as he let out a small laugh.

“Seriously though, you’re not even going to ask why?”

“Hmm… Are you some kind of kiddie tv show actor?”