"Alex, stop!" I wailed as he tried to tickle my side just one more time. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me into the diner behind him, of course, holding the door for me like a gentleman would. He pecked me on the cheek as I walked by.
Yeah, we are dating. Sparks flew when we met for coffee two weeks before, and two dates later I was his girlfriend. I didn't exactly expect it, but I did. Especially after he was the one who had saved me from Wes. It almost seemed inevitable.
"Two, please," he told the lady up front. "After you, my lady." He grinned wide. "I love calling you 'my lady'."
I blushed.
"Thank you, my prince," I winked at him, causing him to fall into a fit of laughter that lasted most of the walk to the table.
"What can I get y'all this evening?" the waitress asked. Her name was Abby.
"Christy?" Alex nodded to me, indicating he wanted me to place my drink order first.
"I'll have some strawberry lemonade with a lemon, please." Abby nodded. "And you, sir?"
"Could I get a water, no lemon?"
"Sure thing, sir. Take a look over your menus, and place your order when you'd like. I'll have the drinks here in a moment."
"Thank you," Alex and I chorused.
"Y'all are too adorable," Abby remarked, before smiling and walking to the table next to us.
"So, when are you going to tell Ally we're, yanno, together?" he asked.
"We're together?"
His eyes snapped up to mine, a confused yet hurt expression on his face.
"I'm kidding," I quipped as I cascaded into my own fit of laughter.
"You scared me," he chuckled, shaking his head and drumming the table with his fingers.
We had a moment of comfortable silence before he gazed back up at me. "You really are beautiful, you know that right?"
My cheeks heated up as I looked down into my lap.
"No, really, Christy. I'm surprised it took me so long to go after you. I understand you were hurt by Wes. But I get angrier every day at that jerk for what he did to someone as perfect as you."
"Al-"
"Listen, Christy. Your eyes. My gosh. I obsess over them. I feel like I could look into your eyes for years without ever looking away and be completely happy. The way your beautiful hair falls down your back, and when you wear it up, the way it flows over your head. How you never wear much makeup, if any, and yet the more natural you are, the more beautiful. Your nose is so cute. Your hands fit perfectly into mine. I could hold them every day. But the personality stuff. Your laugh is beyond perfect. It can make a whole room smile. Speaking of, your smile lights up any and everyone's day. Makes them feel safe and, wanted, I guess. Your voice is perfect. You have one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard. And you're genuine. You're one of the most genuinely kind people I've ever met. All of those things and more, Christy. You don't give yourself enough credit, and I know you think you're far from perfect. But in my eyes, you're the most perfect girl I've ever met."
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I smiled through them at my amazing boyfriend.
Our hands found each other under the table as we stared deep into each other's eyes.
"So, um, that was beautiful, and I, uh, I have your drinks," Abby appeared by the table.
"Thank you," we mumbled simultaneously. Again.
"He's a keeper, sweetheart," she winked at me before walking away.
