First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 14, part 1

"Are you ready?" David says as he sits behind the wheel. I manage to slightly nod my head earning myself one of his cute smiles that can melt an iceberg. "Let's go then."

He starts the engine and drives off, the playful smile still dancing on his lips. For one short moment I allow my eyes to study his features. The straight nose, the masculine jaw with a barely noticeable stubble, the messy dark brown hair sticking out from under the black baseball hat as always, the light pink lips that are looking so kissable now, the mischievous glint in his eyes. I have the weird feeling that he knows I'm watching him and, what makes it even more weirder, he is enjoying it. But if he is, he doesn't show it. I decide that it's better to look in another direction or I'm going to get caught drooling. Well, that would be embarrassing as hell. Sadly the sight of people, buildings and passing cars isn't even slightly distracting. The car stops at a traffic light, but my eyes can't concentrate on one thing and keep jumping frantically from one random person to another - just like my thoughts.

"Can I tell you a secret?" David asks, making me turn my head so fast that I think I may have dislocated it. Then he does something that catches me by surprise - he reaches out and takes my hand in his like it's a habit for us to hold hands all the time. I glance down at our intertwined hands - mine looking so small in his, while the disoriented thoughts hurriedly leave my head leaving it completely empty. "Can I?" He asks again and I finally look at him, realizing I've been quiet long enough to make the silence awkward. He leans slightly, smiling once again and quietly whispers as if we're not alone in the car and somebody would hear him. "I'm just as nervous as you are."

"I won't tell anyone." I whisper too, not being able to hold back my smile. His grin gets even bigger, almost triumphant. As the traffic light turns green, I reach out and turn the radio on, one hand still resting comfortably in David's warm one. The song manages to distract me and I involuntarily start humming to myself. That doesn't last for long, because after a few seconds I can feel his stare, burning a hole in my cheek. Maybe I won't be the only one who will drool tonight.

"You keep surprising me. I didn't know you're a "twenty one pilots" fan." I smirk at David's comment, but keep singing quietly till the song ends.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." I say as he parks the car in front of a small restaurant near the beach.

"We have plenty of time tonight, so hopefully, you'll tell me some of them." The moment he lets go of my hand to unbuckle his seatbelt, I realize how much I miss the warm feeling of his skin touching mine. "Wait here." He commands making me raise an eyebrow in confusion as he gets off the car and makes his way to my side of the car. He opens the door and reaches his hand to help me get out.

"You are the only person in the whole world who does that." I step out, adjusting my jeans. "Why did you do it?" I ask curiously and he casually shrug his shoulders like the sweet gesture he did isn't a big deal nowadays.

"When I was 6 or 7 years old, my dad told me the story about his first date and I was very impressed with the way he was behaving during the date. Just small things like... Like him bringing her flowers, opening the door for her, helping her get out of the car, giving her his jacket when she was cold after the date." At this point I can see a little bit of redness on his cheeks, which makes his story sound even more adorable. "I remembered every little detail he told me. And I made a promise to myself that one day when I'm dating a girl, I will treat her the same way." He takes my hand in his again as we start walking to the restaurant.

"Awww, that is so incredibly sweet. The sacred ritual of going on a first date with a girl passed from father to son. Did he told you who the girl was?" I ask and he nods, smiling.

"Even after 20 years of marriage he is doing these little gestures every single day." He leans a little, opening the door. "And the girl was my mom." My gasp stays outside the restaurant and makes room for a big smile.