First Date -- One Shot

The Date

The date. It was with the sister of a friend of a friend. Sometimes that's how things worked in life. Not just the bush, but anywhere.

He didn't know how this would go. Probably badly. Like all of his previous dates.

But he decided to go out on a limb and do his favorite thing. Fishing. His second favorite thing would be going to the dump. But there was a little more hazard in taking a lady to the dump.

Of course there was always the chance of falling overboard...

She was standing there on the dock, fishing pole in hand. He smiled, seeing she'd thought to bring one rather than rely on him. She returned his smile. It dazled. His heart stopped in his chest. Then started hammering hard. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And he'd seen quite a few beautiful things in his day. Sunsets, mountains, rivers, lakes in winter.

"Are you Matthew?" she asked. Her voice was like a stream in summer. Bubbly and liquid.

"Y-yes," he stammered and cleared his throat as he looked up at her. "Are y-you ready for fishing?"

"Yes," she said as she nodded and giggled. She shifted on her feet and held up her pole. "All ready."

Matt chuckled and nodded. He stood suddenly and the skiff wobbled. He held out both arms to steady himself. She giggled and he looked up and grinned. He took the pole from her and assisted her in, holding her hand.

He was pleased to see she was a little shorter than him. She looked up at him and smiled again. He blinked.

Everything slowed. Her eyes. They were the most striking eyes he'd ever seen. Enchanting eyes. They were silver blue with flecks of brown. Like a robin's egg, but yet different in that they shone with a light all their own. He couldn't stop looking.

If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought he was dreaming and she had hypnotized him. Yes, a dream. That's what she was.

"Matthew?" she asked, her liquid voice caressing the rocks in the stream.

"Oh, I-I have lunch," he said coming out of his trance, he nodded to the cooler.

"And bait too, I hope," she said softly as she eyed the other cooler set away from lunch.

"Ah, yes," he said. "No worms."

"Great!" she said and looked down at their hands.

Matt frowned and looked down. He was still holding her hand. A hand that was much too fine for fishing. He vowed to bait all of her hooks for her.

He cleared his throat and let her fingers go. Not that he wanted to. But it had gone from being awkward to what he wasn't sure.

She giggled. "You're sweet," she said.

"I-I... really?" he asked.

She nodded, a few tendrils of her light hair flew around her face. "Should we get going?" she asked. "Or are we going to fish here?"

"Y-yeah, right," he said and nodded. "S-sit please. You'll need to sit."

She nodded again, still smiling.

She'd never had this reaction from a guy before. She was quite enjoying it. He kept looking at her as if she were the only woman in the world. But then... at that moment she was. And he was the only man.

And well... he was quite good looking. She wasn't sure if she'd call him handsome, but if he would do his hair rather than letting it go wild, perhaps he would be stunning. But she wasn't going to complain about something as frivolous as how he kept his hair.