I tapped my foot eagerly on the floor as we descended in the elevator. I was so hungry I was contemplating on if I should eat my arm.
"Cy really liked you!" Tim looked over at me and smiled, I nodded and smiled back.
"And I really liked him. I love dogs, they are there for you no matter what and they don't judge you." I watched the side of his face as he pushed his hair behind his ear, sensing me looking at him he turned and winked at me. I could feel my cheeks blush instantly and cleared my throat. The elevator doors soon opened and I stepped out and onto the concrete, breathing in the chilly San Francisco air.
I walked alongside Tim and climbed into his low riding car once he unlocked the doors. The fresh smell of leather hit my senses and I grinned as I looked over at him.
"Did I tell you that i'm going to steal your car? Because i'm going to, it smells amazing in here." Tim laughed and put the car into reverse and sped out of the garage.
"I'll hunt you down if you do. Don't make me do that." I saw a cheeky smile plastered across his face as he stared intently on the road in front of him.
"What do you want to eat? Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"
"Um..can we get Subway or something?"
"Subway? Really? Of all places here in SF you pick Subway?" He raised his eyebrow as he glanced over at me. I could feel myself become self conscious.
"Well, its super cheap and i'm not made of money over here." I looked out the passenger window in embarrassment. I can't believe I just put my foot in my mouth like that. I'm sure he doesn't surround himself with working class people who work a 9 to 5 job, I thought and mentally hit myself.
"I'll pay, don't worry." I whipped my head to the left and stared at him.
"No thank you. I can pay for myself. Plus, what if one of your fans sees you pay for a females lunch? I rather not put you into a situation where you have to explain yourself."
"You sitting in my car is putting me in, what you call, a situation. It's not like were on a date, right? I'm just taking a nice girl out to lunch. For all they know i'm trying to persuade you into becoming a Giants fan." He grinned and pulled the car into an empty spot in front of Subway.
"I should probably let you know this, but i'll always be a Phillies fan until the day I die. I could date Alex Rodriguez and would still be a Phillies fan." I stated as I slid out of the car and looked over at Tim as he locked the doors.
"What if your future boyfriend, Alex Rodriguez, leaves you for supporting the opposite team?" He held the door open for me and I walked in and up to the counter, eyeing all the fantastic veggies before turning to Tim.
"Honestly, i'd leave him. If the man I date cannot understand that we will have differences then there no point in being with him. If he wanted to be with me he would be happy that I wasn't all gung-ho about everything he does." I looked at the lady behind the desk and told her I wanted the Veggie Delite. The poor girl behind the desk couldn't keep her eyes off Tim and asked for his autograph once she finished making our food.
"Sure! Whats your name?" He smiled as he grabbed a napkin, writing a short message about how much he appreciated her being a fan before signing his name.
We walked over to a table at the side of the restaurant that was seated against the wall, which I thought seemed a bit odd since we were the only customers inside the place.
"So, do you have a boyfriend? Surely a girl like you is taken." He bit into his meaty sandwich and looked at me.
"Boyfriend? You mean my imaginary one?" He thought this was humorous, sad thing was is that I have not dated in a few years. Not that I don't want to be in a relationship, but its that I have not met someone I thought was a good match for me.
"You're lying, I really don't believe you." He was in disbelief.
"Swear, i'm single. As single as they get." I wiped my mouth off with my napkin and took a sip from my drink.
"Why? I don't understand? Not only are you interesting, funny, beautiful but you're also witty." Did he just call me beautiful? Now thats hilarious.
"I just can't find the extra piece to my puzzle. I'm sure once I find that piece i'll know, but it just hasn't come along yet. I don't want to date someone because i'm bored and lonely, I want to date someone because were meant for each other. What about you?"
"Single. Sadly. Its hard to trust girls when you work in this business, everyone is either after the fame or the money. Believe me, the fame and money isn't everything that everyone imagines it being. I go to bed alone and wake up alone. People assume that because i'm some sort of popular baseball player that I take women to bed all the time- their wrong." Tim looked out the window and frowned, clearly this was something that bothered him tremendously.
"I'm sure there is a girl out there for you, theres someone out there for everyone. I have faith that you'll meet the perfect woman for you." I smiled softy and reached out and touched his hand gently. "Really, don't worry about it. When it happens, it happens." Tim nodded in agreement as he stared at me intently.
"I can't believe i'm having this conversation with some girl I met today, and even more ridiculous is that she's a Phillies fan." He grinned, and drank some of his soda.
"There's nothing wrong with being a Phillies fan. Who knows, maybe next time I go to your games i'll be wearing one of those shirts with your hat and hair, they seem to be very popular these days." I laughed lightly and leaned back in my chair, pushing my sleeves up to my elbow.
"Oh man! Now that will be the day! So you're saying you'll be coming back to watch us play? Or just me?" He smiled which caused me to blush slightly. I bit my cheek and pondered a good answer to his question.
"I'll come just to prove that red isn't the only color i'll wear." Stupid response, but that was all I could come up with.
"I'll hold you to that, maybe i'll get you a Giants jersey? We have another game in three days..will you be there?" Tim looked down quickly and picked a piece of bread off his sandwich.
"I don't have tickets..and if its during the week i'm working until 5pm." Was he really asking me to come and watch him play?
"How about this, I get you a ticket and pay you for the loss of wages that you'll lose that day from missing work?"
I couldn't help but laugh, blush, and smile at the same time. Damn, I have no idea where this subject was going.
"Thats very nice of you to say, but I rather not have you pay me to come see you play. Are you playing this weekend?"
"Yeah, we are. Does this mean you'll come and watch the game?" He grinned and leaned forward making me instantly nervous. Our eyes held each others gazes, me quickly breaking the stare and looking down at my hands.
"Maybe. If I can afford to buy tickets." I looked up quickly and smiled.
"How about I get you tickets? I can get you really good seats."
"If you really want me to watch you play, then i'll come and watch you play."
Tim smiled, stood up and stretched his hand out for me to grab. Nervously I grabbed it and stood up and dropped his hand. We made our way out of the restaurant after trashing our food and hopped back into his car. We zoomed through the streets of San Francisco before I noticed we were making our way back to his apartment. I was a little uneasy as we pulled back into the numbered parking spot.
"Why are we back here?" I said as I climbed out of the car and looked over at him. He pushed his hair back from his face and pulled a hat onto his head that he grabbed from the back of his car.
"I have the shirt you were talking about, I want you to have it so you can wear it to the game!" He looked over at me and smiled. I was only kidding about the shirt when I mentioned it earlier, I sure as hell didn't think he took me seriously.
"Oh, you don't have to give me your shirt Tim..its alright. I don't want you to give away a piece of your clothing." We boarded the elevator and he pushed the black button and entered his code.
"As if i'll ever wear it, it has my face on it!" He chuckled.
The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened to the long hallway surrounded by large windows and black and white photos of San Francisco. We were soon at his door again that was quickly unlocked and pushed open. The sound of paws on the hardwood floors filled my ears and I quickly looked around for the small white dog. Soon enough Cy appeared, running straight for his master and jumping on his legs.
"Hey, boy! I'm back! Gotta go out?" Tim led the dog down a hallway and disappeared from sight.
Back in this place again, I thought to myself. The bachelor pad that many people rarely see, and I was the lucky one who was brought here twice. Girls would kill for this opportunity, but then again, girls would kill just to be around Tim for ten minutes.
I watched as Tim walked towards me from the hallway with a smile on his lips and a bright orange shirt in his hands. He walked to me and handed me the the shirt and smiled at me.
"Here it is! All yours! Want to try it on?" He grinned as he passed the shirt to me. I held it in my hands and looked down at it.
"I guess I could try it on, if you really want me to?" I looked up at him and sheepishly smiled.
"Yeah! Let me see how orange and black looks on you." He watched as I pulled my hoodie over my head and took it from me once I was free of the fabric. I held the shirt out and pulled it over and head and looked down. The faceless head, hair, and hat of Tim graced my chest.
"Its a little too big on you, but its perfect. It looks great!"
"I think you're only saying that because i'm not wearing my jacket anymore." I laughed lightly and pulled the shirt back over my head. I only now realized that I stood in front of Tim in a thin red and white tank top that clung to my skin like glue. I quickly took my jacket from his hands and pulled it back over my head. I looked up and saw a smile playing on his lips.
"I think I should get going soon. I have an hour long Bart ride until I make it home."
Tim nodded, smiled, and walked with me to his front door. We entered the elevator and made our way down to the garage and got into the car.
As we drove in silence to the Bart station I became overly nervous and began to pick at my jeans. I thoroughly enjoyed his company, what if he was only being nice and didn't really want me to come to his game? Maybe he thought I was a crazy fan? Soon enough we were at the station and it was my time to go.
I turned to Tim and smiled sadly, "It was really nice meeting you. Thank you so much for your shirt." I opened the door and began to slide out of the way when I heard him talk.
"Wait! Wait a second! You're just going to leave like that?" He frowned, his eyebrows pulled and his lips pushed together.
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"You're going to leave without giving me your number? No email address? Nothing?" I looked into his eyes and saw confusion.
"I didn't know you wanted to keep in contact? If you want my number and email i'll give it to you." I smiled softly and blushed.
"You're the first girl i've ever met that i've felt completely comfortable being around. I really enjoyed talking to you and yes, I do want your contact information." He grinned and pulled his cellphone from his pocket. "Whats your number?"
I gave him my number and email and pulled my phone out and received his contact information.
"Will you let me know when you made it to your destination? So I know that you're safe?"
"Of course, if that is what you would like." I can't believe this man was still concerned about my wellbeing! I opened the car door and stepped out into the sunlight and waved Tim off. I made my way to the train platform and was glad to see the train pull in and allow passengers to board.
I sat down and looked around at the practically empty train. I looked down at my phone and a smile swept across my face. Today was a perfect day. Not only did the Phillies win the game but I met a great guy who I am proud to say isn't a douchebag. I laid back on the seat and closed my eyes, a smile gracing my lips and thoughts from the day played on my mind.