Athens, Ohio
Dean walked out of the library with a paper in hand. He had jotted down a few interesting points about hyacinths.
He fished out his mobile from his pocket and was about to call his dad when 'Crossroad Blues' started to play on his phone. It was his dad.
"Hey, dad," he began. "So, I found some-"
"Dean, I found the thing and killed it with Bobby's help," John intercepted. "I'm taking the Impala. I believe I found something and I'll call you in a while. Bye."
"Dad, dad! Wait! What was it?" Dean cried but the John had already hung up the phone.
"Damn it!" Dean shouted, hitting the tire of a nearby car.
The car alarm started to sound.
Dean rolled his eyes and, hitting the car's hood, he made a run for it.
Only after reaching the motel and settling down with an ice-cold beer, did he realize that maybe this was for the best. He would get to go out with Cassie Robinson. This brought a smile to his face.
Dean parked his rental Volvo outside the Red Fallon at a quarter past eight.
As he got out, he noticed a pair of beautiful girls make their way into the bar, giggling. He smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. Neck deep in hot girls, perfect night!
He entered, looking for dark hair. He was right. The bar was full of girls and men trying to hit on them. There were your usual morose looking corporate, drinking like it was their last day on earth and the group of men sporting sports gear, their eyes fixed on the little television and screaming, unannounced.
He spotted Cassie at the side of the counter sitting with a couple and drinking beer. She was rocking an amazing red halter.
Dean put his game face on and went to stand beside her.
"Hey," Cassie said, looking relieved.
"William, Rosie, this is Dean. Dean, this is Will and Rosie," Cassie said, gesturing towards the couple.
The woman was the obvious sort of hot wearing a promiscuous tiger print dress and the man was wearing jeans with a flower print shirt.
"Hi," Rosie said in what she thought was a sexy way.
Will looked like someone had punched him in the face. Dean understood that he intimidated Will. He smiled to himself at that.
Dean turned to Cassie who was smiling at him but she quickly turned to Rosie.
The night was not going well and Cassie saw that Dean was distracted by the fluttering barmaids who asked him if he wanted a refill, every few minutes. Cassie could not blame him; Rosie and Will were boring company. Rosie was trying to impress Dean and Will was trying to impress Rosie, no one was getting anywhere.
"Rosie," Cassie said, a little loudly when Rosie paused for a split second. "Dean and I should be heading out. We have to make a stop."
Dean got the point.
"Yeah, yeah, totally. Really, really important work," Dean said, smiling and nodding.
"Where?" Rosie said, looking unhappy. "I'm sure Dean can wait here while Cassie, you can make the stop."
Cassie and Dean shared a look.
"No! No, uh, we," Dean said, slowly turning to look at Rosie. "Uh, we have to do it together. It's uh- it's for-" he stopped, biting his lower lip and pointing with both hands towards Cassie.
"For my article piece," Cassie made up, quickly. "We need to –uh- visit-"
"The library," Dean completed.
Will and Rosie stared at them, not buying their story.
"Bye," Cassie said, avoiding any further conversation and pulling Dean with her.
Dean waved over his shoulder.
"Dean, Dean, call me," Rosie shouted, across the bar. "Cassie has my number!"
Dean gave her the thumbs-up and exited.
"So," Cassie asked, walking with Dean. "Had fun tonight."
"If you call a double date with a flirting girl and her jealous boyfriend, fun, then, yeah, it was fun," Dean said, smiling at her.
Cassie laughed.
She stopped beside a silver Prius.
"Well, this is me," she said, turning to smile at Dean.
Dean leaned in and kissed her, which soon turned into a passionate kiss.
Cassie put her hands on his chest and pulled away. She smiled at his confused expression.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, pointedly and handed him a piece of paper from her purse.
He took the paper and opened the door of the car for her.
As she drove away, Dean looked at the paper and saw a mobile number. He smiled to himself.