Shawn's POV
I don't want to rush things. It's been so long since I've actually dated someone. Starting fresh is scary. I was with Camila for a long time. Once you get comfortable, you don't have to challenge yourself to impress them anymore because they already love you. You know what they like, what they don't like and vice versa. Starting over means making so many mental notes, hiding some of your terrible features until you've gotten more into the relationship.
But I like her. I know I do. There is something about her that I just can't figure out. I've only been out of the building with her once so I can't really say I know her, because I don't. I don't know why that question she asked me yesterday shut me down. I guess you could call it media training. If you don't want to answer a question, you avoid it.
It wasn't a lie when I asked her to look at flats with me next Sunday. I just didn't have any plans to look for a place this early. I could do it myself but I thought that maybe it would be just another way for us to spend time together. I wanted more time with her, and when I got back to my hotel and searched for things to do, I figured maybe she'd enjoy classical music in the park. I don't really know but I know she likes classical books. It's like the same thing.
I throw some more snacks in my backpack and walk to the park. We decided to meet at one of the main gates by the Delacorte Theater. I can already hear the music so I know we didn't arrive right when it started and I'm hoping that she's okay with that. I wait at the entrance, looking around to make sure Nora isn't already there.
"Guess who." Someone speaks to me, covering my eyes with their hands.
"Santa?" I ask, just being dumb, hoping to hear her sweet laugh.
"Good guess. Where's my cookies then?" She lets go and starts walking away. I've noticed that she doesn't wait for someone to walk with her, it's either keep up or stay back. She watches quickly as well, and I think it's that New York blood she has, always moving.
"So have you been here before?" I ask, noticing that she's dressed differently today. A dark green sleeveless dress, hitting just above the knees. It matches her green eyes, not piercing green eyes, they're light, a little blue in them.
"Um, when I was younger, my mom used to take me if she wasn't sleeping or working." She stops at the fork in the path, choosing left and walking on, clutching two blankets and a backpack. She looks like an unusual hiker, dress, sandals, blankets, and backpack. The music gets louder the closer we get. I know nothing about classical music, I'd rather listen to other things but it will be a nice change.
Their is quite a few people here, and I don't really want to sit in the front at all because it's way too loud so I just watch and follow as Nora navigates around people until she's more towards the back. "Here look good?" She gestures to an open spot and I nod my head, dropping our bags on the grass as she unfolds the blanket and fans it in the air, letting it fall perfectly on the grass.
"What did you bring?" I ask. I only brought some water bottles, snacks, and a few other things.
"Um, sunscreen." Of course I didn't bring that. "UNO cards, my favorite." A card game player then, another mental note. "A book, sun hat, and of course my wallet and cell phone." She shrugs and sticks her legs out, leaning back on the blanket. "God, I miss the sun when I'm at work." She speaks, just loud enough for me to hear her. I know she doesn't like working so long but she never complains, since it has to be a daunting task.
"You should take a holiday." I suggest, and she laughs slightly.
"I haven't taken a vacation in ages!" She tucks the extra blanket behind her head and leans all the way back, looking at the sky. "I went on two spring break vacations, one to Las Vegas, which was absolutely insane. I think I was drunk the whole time. I needed another spring break just to recover from Vegas, and I was only there for the weekend. The other I went to Virginia Beach with some friends, which was much more relaxed." I think about all the times I've been to Vegas, how insane things can get there. I laugh at the memories I've shared with all the guys. I miss them.
