The Classy Shy Girl

Chapter 4

I click open my seat-belt and so does he, almost simultaneously. He looks at me whilst I am looking at my dress and I notice him out of the corner of my eye, causing me to look over. Is he purposely trying to make this awkward?

'Wait there,' he says. I'm pretty confused, I thought I was coming with him to the restaurant. 

He gets out of the car and shuts the door. Then, he walks around the car, whilst I follow him with my eyes and he opens my door. I giggle and shake my head. I step out of the car and as I turn to shut it, he shuts it and locks it by button. It beeps twice and he turns and walks, grabbing my hand in the meantime.  

'Table for two, sir?' Some smartly dressed guy says. I haven't been to a restaurant in so many years, I've forgot the name for them. I know that the next guy we see is called a waiter, but that's around about all. 

We sit down and I look around, amused at how romantic it is. 

'I don't think you could have chosen a more expensive-looking place, Frank.' 

'It's expensive but my God I like my food and it's worth the prices,' he replies. 

The waiter comes over before any continued conversation flows and asks us for our order. 

'What are you having?' He looks over at me and so does the waiter.

'Erm, I haven't really looked,' I struggle, picking up the menu.

'Oh, that's okay. Would you like me to come back in a couple of minutes?' The waiter is so polite and with that, I look at Frank and nod.

'Yeah, come back in a little while,' he says, still looking at me for some reason. I pick the menu back up and ask him what he usually gets.

'What do you mean 'usually'? I don't come here often, you know,' he laughs. I giggle too.

'I usually get  the third one down on the left, under meats,' he says. I look at what that is and decide that I like it. It seems nice. 

'I'll just get the same, I think,' I reply.

The waiter comes back over and we place our orders.

 Around fifteen minutes later, a different guy comes over, also smartly dressed, with our food. 

'Thank-you,'  Frank says.

'Thanks,'  I say. 

'Enjoy your meal.' He walks away and we both look at our plates.

'Oh, I'm sure I will.' He looks at me and I laugh, even though that wasn't very funny.  

'So, when was the last time you went to a romantic restaurant,' he says, cutting into a rather big looking chunk of beef.

'Erm, like 4 or 5 years ago,' I say, 'no, maybe longer. What about you?' I ask.

'Around the same.' I'm pretty shocked at that, I would have thought he'd have been on more and more recently.

'Oh,' I say, taking my first bite into my food. 

'I would like to,' he says. I'm hoping he's not finished his sentence but by the looks of it, he has. I'm pretty confused.

'You would like to what?' I ask.

'I would like to get to know you.'

'Yes, and I would like to get to know you better, too,' I reply, not knowing what I should say. He scratches his head and pats his mouth with the serviette.  

'What do you do?' He asks, looking down.

'I work as a librarian at my local bookstore. What do you do?' 

'I'm a lawyer, but I wanna quit to become a librarian,' he winks at me. Such an attractive wink as well.

'Where abouts is your local bookstore? Will I have to move?' He's so confident it's unbelievable.

'Erm, well, it depends. Where do you live?' I ask. Is that a creepy question? I hope that's not a creepy question.

'I live close to you,' he replies, scrubbing his hands hardly. 

'Hmm, well how come I haven't seen you before?' At this point, we'd both finished our meal.

'I only just decided that I live near you.' What the hell. Is he serious? How does he know I even want to see him again?

'Oh... Right,' I say as I giggle. 'However, how do you even know if I want to see you again?' I do want to see him again, I really do, but I ask anyway, out of curiosity. 

'The looks,' he says. Again, I'm confused. 

'Do you normally finish your sentence openly for people to guess the end of?

'The looks you gave me when I seen you in the bar.'

'Well, at least you remember that, I wouldn't be surprised if I was sick all over you and never got to see you again.' 

'No, you're a pretty controlled drunk. Although, you went a bit far when you wrapped your fingers 'round...' Again, he finishes his sentence half way through.

'Please don't tell me I...' I am pretty scared right now. Surely I can't have meant to touch a man there.

'Pressed your hands on  your sixth drink. What did you think I was gonna say?' Oh, thanks God for that. 

'I thought maybe I touched a man for the first time when I was drunk.' Oh, it's all coming out now. I've basically just told him I have my virginity.

'I'm a virgin, too,' he says.

'In your dreams,' I quickly respond.

'No, seriously. Not one of my seven dates have gotten that far. But, I can believe you're a virgin.' 

'What's that meant to mean?' I giggle as I say, 'and seven dates?!  They mustn't have much luck.' 

'It's meant to mean that I think you have dignity and by your eyes I can tell you'd want to wait for the right person to lose something so special to. And I don't really know what went on with them.' 

He knows so much about me already. How have I let this happen?

'Yeah, and the right person will come along for all of us,' I say. 'And surely you do know what happened with them?' I ask.

'I don't know, they just...' He takes a drink and does his now trademark, half sentence. 'Didn't understand me, they thought I was full of myself when in reality, I hate who I am. My car was my father's before he died.' 

'Oh, I see,' I understand. Though, not that I care at all but he has a lot of money. It might be inherited though. I won't ask irrelevant questions.

He looks at me and asks me if I'm ready to leave. 

'Yep, just about,' I answer and he gets up. He pays at the desk and we walk out. It's dark now and I don't have a clue where his car is so I wait for him.  

As we ride home, he continues to make conversation and even to my door, his confidence is outstanding. I guess I like that, it's cute. 

He lets me open my own side door and walks me up to the top step. I turn and look at him and he looks at me, which he's around the same height as me when he stands on the steps. 

He steps up to the same step as me and says,

'I enjoyed tonight,'

'So did I. It's been a long time since I've been on a date.'

He hugs me and holds me around the waist and comes close. I look up at his face which is around three centimetres away and we peck on the lips. 

'Thank you,' I say, 'goodbye, Frank.'

'I hope to see you again,' he says as he lets go and steps down a step.

'Yeah, same to you.' I smile and open my door. I look at him when he sits in his car and then I go in and shut the door.

I lean against the door for a couple of seconds and smile at the laminate.