How to Save A Life (Anthony Rizzo)

29- First Date

Clara

I jump into my under garments that laid on my floor before I pull on a short summer dress that stopped right above my knees. The waist was fitted and the straps were a little too skinny for my liking, but I mind any. My hair covered up my bra straps and that's what is important. It was a dark navy blue dress with bright little pink flowers scattered across it. It had a deep neckline so you could see my scar from where I broke my collar bone but it was also covered by my long brown hair that had all but grown back to where it was before I cut and dyed it. I loosely curl it and pull back some of it so it wouldn't be in my face. I apply some light makeup and put on some chap stick to make my lips look moisturized but so when I kiss Anthony it doesn't make his lips sticky too.

I look in the mirror and let out a long sigh. I haven't been on a date since I was 20 probably. I wasn't sure what to expect or what to say. But this is Anthony we're talking about. I've known him for so long, he knows me better than anyone. It's not like I have anything to hide, but I'm scared there isn't anything I can tell him. That maybe he thinks that there's nothing else left between us to know. That maybe he'll too soon become uninterested because there's nothing left to learn about me.

"Claire" he yells out breaking me from the dark road I was about to go down.

"Yeah" I yell back.

"Are you about ready" he questions.

"I'm ready" I assure him.

I grab my purse and slide on some light pink wedges so I wasn't a hundred feet shorter than Anthony. I walk out of my room and find him on his phone by the door.

"Okay, I'm ready" I say and he turns around. He smiles as he shamelessly looks me up and down. He grabs my hand and spins me around causing my dress to flare out at the bottom. I laugh as he spins me around and around before pulling me into his chest.

"Damn. You look absolutely incredible" he says and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Please stop" I beg.

"I will never stop admiring you" he claims and I bite my lip. He took that as a cue to connect his lips to mine as he pulls my body against his. I can smell his cologne as we stand with our bodies pressed together.

"Aren't we supposed to be going somewhere" I whisper on his lips.

"I honestly forgot for a second" he admits and I giggle.

"Well I would help you figure it out, but you never told me where we were going" I remind him.

"I remember now... I just needed some time" he claims and I roll my eyes.

"Alright Romeo. Let's go."

We go off and end up in a restaurant that hovers over the river. A little steakhouse called Marina City that offered a breathtaking view of the some of the buildings and the river-walk. You could see a lot of the buildings and boats on the little river path that lead to Lake Michigan. I've only heard of this place before, and all good things.

We get seated at the table and I look around. The place was completely empty, no costumers or workers or anything.

"Don't you think it's kind of weird that no one is here" I ask.

"Not if I rented out the whole place for us" he says and I raise a eyebrow.

"Why on earth would you do that" I ask.

"Because I wanted our first date to be special, just you and I. Something intimate and personal. No one will be asking for autographs or asking about you. This way all I can see is you and all I can hear is you... just the way I like it" he smiles.

"Oh" I whisper and he laughs.

"So what will you have to drink" he asks.

I open up the menu and nearly went into a cardiac arrest. This crap was so expensive.

"A water" I squeak out.

"Okay. A water and a what" he questions.

"Just a water" I insist.

"Don't be silly, get a drink" he says.

"I'm fine, I promise" I claim.

"Is it because it's expensive" he questions.

"Going to a Blackhawks game is expensive. This is point blank robbery" I insist.

"I want you to have whatever you want" he insists.

"I want this" I say pointing between us. "I want you and all of you. Not what your money can by, not this stuff that would cost you literally ten times as much as it does somewhere else. This stuff, this isn't you Anthony" I insist.

"I guess I was just trying to impress you" he admits.

"That's silly. This stuff doesn't impress me. What you do when no one is looking, that impresses me. Because anyone can be great when they have to, but only a few people can be great when no one sees it. And I fell in love with the you who saved a strangers life then continued to love her through closed doors. Not the you that can afford a $100 glass of wine" I say.

"You're right" he smiles as he puts his menu down. "I just didn't want you to think that now that we're together I wouldn't try or want to keep things interesting. You are always going to be my favorite person, I didn't know how to show you that. Just because we know each other so well doesn't mean that I'm not going to put effort into us. I don't want to try and fancy you with expensive things, I just want you to know that I'm never going to stop trying to make you fall more in love with me" he explains.

"I don't think that's possible" I smirk.

The waiter eventually comes over to us and stops beside the table. He looks us over before turning to Anthony.

"Good evening, what can I start you with tonight" he asks.

"Can we just get two waters and all your desserts you have" Anthony says and I smile.

"Are you sure" the waiter asks.

"Yup" he assures him.

The man disappears and Anthony turns back around with the biggest smile on his face.

"How did I do" he smirks and I laugh.

"You're alright Rizzo" I tease.

We spend the rest of the night eating nothing but sweets and drinking water. We watch the sun set on this beautiful day and I find myself kinda sad this day was coming to a end, it was a pretty good one.

"Is it always going to be this great" Anthony asks as we watch a boat go by in the river.

"I think it can be. There's going to be ups and downs but we're pretty good now, I think we're going to be just fine" I insist.

"Good. Because I could spend every day of my life with you and I would never be tired of you" he claims.

"I'm not that interesting" I insist.

"I'm always wondering what could possibly be going through your head. What is happening in your mind and hoping you're saying good things about me" he teases.

"Always good" I smirk.