Then I Saw Your Face

Linda

Danny had asked me to come down to the station to swear to secrecy. I didn't need to swear- I wasn't going to tell anybody. But I agreed to let him pick me up after my shift was over. I hated to admit it, but just seeing his smile made my day.
I waited at the entrance to the hospital after my shift was over. I checked my watch over and over again. He was five minutes late. But it was rush hour, and being late was to be expected. So there I stood, leaning against the wall, waiting for the cop. He hadn't been wearing his uniform earlier, I wondered if he was going to be wearing it now. My mind wandered to the first time I saw him- sitting on the stretcher/bed thing, with no shirt.
I stood up straight, trying to shift my panties that had accumulated a tiny bit of moisture. This was not good. I wasn't looking for a relationship, in fact, I was trying to avoid it! I had decided to focus on me for a bit, but how could I when the most perfect person had walked into my life, probably never to be seen again? I looked at my watch again, 5:10. Maybe this was a sign- if Danny was late for an "appointment", then he'd probably be late for dates and stuff, right? I hated being late, absolutely hated it. I watched as a car pulled up in front of me. The passenger door opened, and I was greeted by Danny's smile.
"Hi, sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch."
"It always is at this time." I buckled up and then looked at him as he shrugged.
"That's true."
"This is a nice car. Is it yours?"
"What? This? This ain't a nice car!"
I wrinkled my brow, "it's functioning, isn't it? So therefore, it's nice."
Shaking his head, he stated, "you're funny."
I pulled a face, "it's true though. What is this anyways? A dodge?"
"A do-" Danny looked at me, "you know nottin' 'bout cars, do ya?" His New York accent rang out, which made me smile.
"I know how to drive them. That's something."
Danny laughed and stole a glance at me. "That is something."
"So what kinda car is this anyways?"
"Buick. From the seventies."
"You say like it's a bad thing. The seventies were great! Discos, bell bottoms, ABBA, Mary Tyler Moore. Oh! And don't forget rollerblade discos. Like in Xanadu."
Danny grinned, showing his teeth. Ugh, I was dying over here! "You like Xanadu?"
"Who doesn't? Olivia Newton John And Gene Kelly! That alone sells the movie for me."
"So you like musicals?"
"Yes! Especially the older ones like with Frank Sinatra! Oh, I love him."
"Yeah?" He smiled and made a u-turn.
"Yes! I always joke that I want a guy that sings like Frank Sinatra and looks like Donnie Wahlberg."
Danny laughed, "good luck with that."
"Everyone keeps telling me that. But I'm convinced that he's out there somewhere. The right guy, that is. I bet he'll just... waltz into my life, and I'll never be the same."
"It's good to know there are still romantics out there."
"Yeah, well, my romantic point of view has gotten me no where."
"Really? That's hard to believe." He sounded surprised.
"All the guys are the same." I sighed, having no idea why I was opening up like this. "They like you for your looks, and when they take you home, they wanna get in your pants.... you know how many diseases you can get from being over sexed? Not to mention it's wrong!"
Danny's face turned slightly pinker. "So.... does, uh.... does that mean... you're still... a.."
"A virgin?" I smiled, "you can say it. And I am. When I give myself to someone, I want it to be special. And I have to have a marriage license under my belt and a ring on my finger." Why was I rambling like this? I had never told a virtual stranger that! I ramble when I'm nervous, was I so nervous that I had to talk about my virginity? Ugh!!
"Well.... we're here."
Thank goodness!