The One

The One (19)

I plopped down on a bench to rest for a bit. I had been skating continuously for a few hours now. I had to admit, ice skating was exhausting, but fun.

Steve skated over and sat next to me. We sat there in silence, watching the beginners trip over their own feet. I winced, remembering I was like that just a few hours ago. Steve asked, "Ice skating was fun, wasn't it?"

"The best time I ever had in a long time," I answered truthfully.

He grinned and said, "You must be freezing in that jumper. Let's get out of this place and go for lunch."

Woah, had I been skating that long? I didn't even know it was past noon already. Time sure flies when you're having fun. I nodded.

We returned the skates and exited the ice rink. We got into Steve's car and he pulled out into the driveway. I didn't care if he drove like maniac now. I was desperate for that lunch. All my energy from breakfast had been spent on ice skating.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To get some food."

"That's a lame reply."

"But it's a fact."

"It's still lame."

Steve rolled his eyes and said, "I don't give a shit."

A few minutes later we entered a cosy and casual western-style restaurant. It was covered in cream wallpaper. It made me feel so comfortable as though I was in my own home.

A smiling waitress came over and said, "Your menus, sir." I couldn't help giggling at the way the waitress couldn't stop gawking at Steve.

I ordered carbonara with ice lemon tea while Steve ordered steak. "Medium rare, please," he said to the waitress, giving her a charming smile. I was bursting with laughter when the waitress blushed a deep crimson red.

"No problem, sir!" she exclaimed before scurrying off to the kitchen.

I gave Steve a look. "You really shouldn't be flirting with every girl you see on the street," I chided.

"I can't help it. It's my natural charm. It's tough having women around staring at you all the time, you know," sighed Steve.

"'Natural charm'?" I snickered. "Honestly, can your ego get any bigger?"

"Hmmm? Do I smell sour grapes around here?" smirked Steve.

A blush crept to my face, much to my annoyance. "I'm not jealous, I'm just disgusted at you," I retorted.

"Yeah right, you're clearly jealous. It's written all over your face," teased Steve.

I snorted. "Oh please, I have better stuff to do than that."

"Oh really? Such as...?"

"Such as - " I was interrupted by the smiling waitress.

"Your carbonara, miss!" A steaming plate of pasta drenched in carbonara sauce was placed in front of me.

Steve eyed the plate in between us. "Just look at your face right now, Steve. You're practically drooling," I laughed.

Steve rolled his eyes and looked away. I twirled my fork around the pasta and said to Steve, "Open your mouth wiiiiide..."

Steve's face lit up. "Really?" he asked.

I nodded. "Well, I can't leave you there looking like a lost puppy," I said.

Steve ignored that remark and opened his mouth. I shoved the pasta into his mouth.

"Ow ow ow HOT!!" He drew back immediately, huffing and puffing away. I started laughing immediately.