Lover

Chapter 2: Lunch

"Are you almost doneeee?" I ask Nick as he lifts his weights.
"No. I told you I'd be here for a while." He says making me sigh.
"It's been two hours." I complain. I finished my workout 20 minutes ago and here he is pumping iron.
"Go run or something stop bothering me right now." He says and it hurts my feelings. I roll my eyes and walk towards the outside field.
I see James on the field. He's practicing drills with Deebo. I start my run along the edge of the field. I turn the corner and feel something hit my ass. I stop running and see a football next to me. I turn to look at him. I take out my AirPods and wait for him to apologize.
"Sorry sweetheart, can you throw that back?" He asks, making my blood boil. This fucker doesn't know I did competitive soccer. I grab the ball and punt it out of the field. He looks at me like he can't believe I just did that. I give him the signature Bosa shrug before continuing my run. I get two miles in before going back to Nick who was now stretching with a trainer.
"It's gonna be another hour and 45." He says.
"Ok." I sigh not wanting to make a fuss in front of his trainer. I have a shower and I go wait on a couch inside just scrolling through my phone when a pair of Jordan's stop in front of me.
"We'd like to sign you to a 5 year contract." James says when I look up at him.
"I'm good." I laugh.
"Are you waiting for Bosa?" He asks.
"Unfortunately." I sigh.
"Have you toured the bay?" He asks.
"Very little." I answer.
"Can I take you somewhere?"
"I'll pass." I say.
"Oh it's like that?"
"It's like that." I confirm with a mocking smile.
"C'mon Nick is gonna be another two hours." I look up at him and that damn smile makes me want to break.
"You wanna come." He says, "C'mon let's go." He persists. I smile and shake my head no.
"You must be hungry." And as if on cue my stomach makes that dying noise.
"Fine, but only because I am hungry." I say getting up.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He winks before leading me to his car.
I get in and he does, but slowly.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's just the knee." He says settling in.
"Oh, right." I nod buckling in. "How's it feeling?"
"Better everyday." He assures.
The drive has been silent.
"So have you made any friends?" He asks.
"No, I'm hoping maybe during training camp some of the girls will be nice." I nervously say making him laugh. "How did you adjust to coming alone?"
"I never come alone." He says turning to look at me making me blush bright red. "But I didn't, I moved my family out here with me. I knew it was going to be hard adjusting without knowing people so I asked and they were more than willing."
"That's nice." I smile. "Trying to move my parents from Miami has proven to be impossible." I sigh.
"The Bay is not for everyone." He smiles.
"I guess." I shrug.
He parks at a restaurant called Mio Vicino.
"It's Italian for-"
"My neighbor, I know I speak Italian." I interrupt before getting out of the car.
"Okay." I hear him sigh before I close the door. We walk to the entrance and get seated in a private area for privacy reasons.
He orders us appetizers and drinks.
"I'll have two shots of tequila." I say to the waiter who nods before leaving.
"Why are you so quiet?" He asks.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know." He smiles. "What kind of music are you into?" He asks, making me laugh. "What's so funny?" He amusingly asks.
"You being nice to me."
"Oh come on." He says with a smile.
"I like oldies, slow songs. I listen to fast paced music for cheers so I tend to mellow out on my own time." I explain.
"So you're not like a raver?" He asks, making me laugh.
"No of course not."
"But do you go out to like clubs?"
"I dabble." I modestly say with a shrug.
"Ohhh." He says with a smile.
"Shut up." I say as the waiter brings our food and drinks.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" He asks, making me laugh breathlessly. "Girlfriend?" He asks. I take both shots quickly.
"Not that it's any of your business but no I'm not seeing anyone." I answer.
"You must be a handful." He sighs. I roll my eyes.
"Or guys can't keep their dicks in their pants and like to put them in other girls." I say.
"Yikes."
"But you'd know all about that right?"
"I actually wouldn't." He says, and I mockingly laugh. "Don't believe me?"
"Not even a little." I giggle. "You fuck pornstars." He blushes slightly.
"Yeah, that was a mistake." He sighs. "And I still can't shake it."
"Pornstar Jimmy Garoppolo." I tease quoting Alex Smith.
"Yeah people judge."
"Oh well I don't judge people based on their worst mistakes." He smiles before he opens his mouth to talk but my phone rings interrupting him.
"Hello." I answer.
"Where the hell are you?" Nicks voice booms through the phone. I can only giggle and it seems to piss him off. "Kate where the fuck are you?"
"James brought me to dinner or lunch I don't know what this is." I laugh.
"Are you drunk? Did he get you drunk?" He asks.
"What?! No!" I say. "Here talk to him." I say giving James my phone.
"Fuck." He sighs before taking it. I eat some pizza as he nods his head at whatever Nicky is telling him.
"Of course I didn't." He says, "No but I couldn't stop her."
I drink some wine as he continues to argue with him.
"Ok." He sighs. "I understand, I'm sorry." He hangs up and we eat. He's quiet and something about his vibe makes me not want to talk to him.
A couple minutes pass by and Nick is in the room.
"Let's go." He says.
"No, I wanna eat, this garlic bread is amazing!" I say as I stuff my mouth.
"Stop playing we have to go."
"Nicky I don't want to." I say. 
"I don't care we are leaving." He says pulling me up.
"Bosa." James says.
"Stay the fuck out of it." Nick says to him. In order to avoid a mess I decide I should go.
"Okay, hey look at me." I say to Nick. "Look at me." I demand until he does. "I'll go." I say.
"Ok." He says walking towards the door.
"James, thank you for the meal, it was quiet, but nice." I say.
"Bye." He says not looking me in the eye.