Weddings, Kisses and Tears (Lesbian)

MARRY ME 5: "The Unexpected Proposal"

Ashley's POV

It had been three days since my date with Gabby James. As much as I did not want to think about it, it forcibly made an entry into the realm of my thoughts. But even so, I really did not really consider it an unwanted one.

I released a tired sigh and glanced at the pile of books inside the basket that were waiting to be arranged in the shelves. It was a good thing that I was assigned to arrange the shelves instead of the cash register. It somewhat allowed me to be distracted and not make many mistakes.

I should not be thinking of Gabby and our date but her face just kept on popping into my mind that I suspected that I might had become delusional.

I remembered how cold she was at the start of our date -- her polite yet monotonous replies; her almost expressionless face and her seemingly gentle yet authoritative way of asserting things that she wanted. But despite her initial coldness, she had quickly redeemed herself in my eyes after I spilled a soft drink on her tee shirt.

I did not know but it still boggled me to no end at how quick her mood changes from this to that. Did the Dr. Pepper soft drink had this kind of enchanted ingredient in it? There was no clear explanation as to what triggered the changed in her. She had gone from being an ice queen to a charming and attentive person. Or was she just Bipolar?

After our disastrous dinner at the Burger King, I brought her to a thrift store to buy a white shirt. Actually, I found her reaction cute and funny when I took in the way she stared at the place -- I bet she'd never been to one considering the quizzical look plastered on her pretty face. I knew that she wasn't the simple person that she presented herself to be but I truly appreciate it that she did not act like a nose-twitching snob who could do nothing better than to whine or complain.

After she changed to a new clean shirt, she asked me where I wanted to go to. I was surprised at her gesture because she seemed the type of person who loved to direct and control things. I guessed I thoroughly misjudged her character. It somehow created a mellow feeling in my heart that she actually cared to ask for my opinion. She was definitely the opposite of the men I had dated in the past.

Most of the men I dated, even my suitors, loved to be in control and dictate things as if I was someone who had no feelings or the capacity to think. But my date with them never actually lasted after dinner nor do I enjoy our date as much as I did with Gabby. I might had never tried to be in a relationship with another person but I could detect men who only wanted to go under my skirt. I did not want that nor I wanted myself to be a prey to those kind of men. If I'd be stuck to relationship, I would rather much prefer something solid and long-lasting not a fleeting one driven by sexual pheromones.

Going back, the first thought that came to my mind was to go to an amusement park but, after looking at my watch, I realized that there wasn't much time left. Okay, somewhat, the time that we spent looking for the right tee shirt could be blamed -- good thing Gabby refused when I reminded her of the 'brassiere.' God knows it would take forever to find the right bra for her.

I noticed that she was actually a very fastidious person. It amused me how she took her time to feel the fabric of each shirt we choose as well as its material. Like an archaeologist studying a newly discovered ancient artifact, the way she read the labels was simply astonishing. But... She broke our part of our deal where I was supposed to be the one who would pay for it. Even then, I did not really begrudge her for it.

Considering that it was already late in the evening, I told her that we could take a walk in the park. She smiled at me, which made the insides of my stomach turn mushy, and agreed. She would have hailed a taxi but I insisted we walk since it was just a few kilometers -- opps, I was lying -- actually miles away.