Betting on Kane (Blackhawks Fan-fiction)

Chapter 3

Patrick

As we pull out of the garage, I decide that I need to get to know this girl a little better.  I can already tell she's not going to be like any other girl I've met at a bar.  It's that thought that intrigues me.

"Tell me a little about yourself."  I say to her.

"Um, okay.  I am a junior editor at a publishing company.  I used to be an English teacher, but had been looking for something in editing.  This job came up in June, so during summer break from school I gave it a try.  I loved it immediately and resigned from my teaching position in August."

"Do you live downtown?" I ask trying to gauge how easily I will be able to see her if this works out.

"No, I live in Indiana about 20 minutes outside of the city.  I take the train to the city for work."

"Obviously if you were being set-up on a blind date, you don't have a boyfriend."  It wasn't really a question, but I wanted to see if she would give me something about her that was personal.

"I had a boyfriend.  He was a teacher at the school I worked at.  He wasn't very supportive of my career change, and he broke up with me in September.  He said I changed.  You know because I made friends at work and bought different clothes and enjoyed spending a few hours at a bar downtown after work."  

I don't hear anger in her voice just frustration.  I don't say anything immediately, so she continues.  "It's stupid really.  If you care about someone then you should be happy when they are happy.  I guess in order to be happy professionally, I had to give up being happy personally....but I'm not actually unhappy personally.  It's complicated."  She says as she laughs softly.

"You are right.  If someone is important to you, you should be supportive.  I'm sorry that he wasn't."  I say as I squeeze her hand.

She shrugs.  "I'm not.  It was something that I had been seeing glimpses of for awhile.  I think that if he hadn't ended it, I would have eventually."

I pull up to the parking garage for the Goodman.  "We are here."  

Megan

I watch Patrick as maneuvers his car into the parking garage.  There is an attendant waiting.  He opens the door for Patrick who gets out and gives the attendant his keys.  Patrick walks around and opens my door.  He reaches for my hand, but I hand him the envelope with the tickets in it.  "Can you hold these? They won't fit in my clutch."

"Sure." He says as he takes the envelope and puts it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.  Then he proceeds to take my hand and help me out of the car.  I've actually never experienced a guy do that for me.  It was kinda amazing and definitely something that I could get used to.

Patrick places his hand on the small of my back as he opens the door toward the lobby of the parking garage.  We walk hand in hand out of the parking garage and down about half a block to the Goodman.  We don't say anything, but I snuggle closer to Patrick because it feels windier and colder here, plus I don't have on a very heavy coat as it would have totally ruined my outfit.

We arrive at the Goodman maybe ten minutes before the curtain call.  Patrick hands our tickets to the usher and we head in.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks.

"I would love one.  A glass of white wine, please.  I'm going to use the restroom before it starts."  I leave him at the bar and make my way to the restroom.  

When I return to where I left Patrick, he is standing there, with our drinks, talking to someone.  As I approach, they shake hands.  "Enjoy the show, Mr. Kane."  The man says.