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Tyler had a sense of confidence surging through his veins.
'I can do this. I can ask Val out. I can do this' he repeated to himself.
Already changed into his EMT uniform, he proceeded to the common room. Val was sitting at the table and stared at her Spanish homework. Tyler took one look at her and made a detour towards the kitchen.
'I can't do this! I can't ask her out . . . I can't!' he scolded himself.
Doubt quickly replaced his momentary confidence.
Tyler took a deep breath and opened the cupboard in the kitchen. He spotted a box of oatmeal cookies-----his favorite. Oatmeal cookies may seem ordinary yet it held a special power to make any problem disappear for Tyler. He pulled out a large round cookie and began to nibble on it.
"Yum!" he said to no one in particular.
"Those look good. Can I have one?" Startled, Tyler turned around and saw Val standing beside him.
"Um . . . sure." Tyler handed the box of cookies over to Val. She reached inside and pulled out a cookie. She started chewing on the cookie.
The two EMTs ate in silence for a couple of minutes.
"These are good" Val remarked.
"My mom makes the best oatmeal cookies. Even better than these!" he replied with his mouth semi-full.
"All my mom makes is turkey loaf," Val replied giggling.
Tyler took a look at Val and smiled. She was very pretty. Val had her hair tied up in a ponytail with a few strands pulled back with little clips. Short blonde pieces of hair fell over her blue eyes and covered them ever so slightly.
Val caught Tyler staring at her. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked wiping away the corners of her mouth.
"No, no. You don't" Tyler immediately responded shaking his head.
'I can do this' he told himself.
"Val, are you, busy this weekend?" Tyler asked somewhat sheepishly.
"Nope. What do you want to do?" she answered as she poured herself a glass of milk.
"I was thinking we could go out to dinner, at the 'Redevance '." It was an upscale French restaurant his mom and William ate at often. Tyler looked intently at Val waiting for a response.
"Isn't that a formal place?" Val questioned curiously.
"I just figured we could go, and have some dinner."
Val smiled brightly. "Is this a date Tyler?" she asked with her voice filled with hope.
Tyler looked down and fidgeted with his fingers. "Um, I know we work on the same squad and all, and I understand if you don't want to go out with me cause it might get . . . complicated, although there is no rule against EMTs dating, and things of that sort, but, forget I asked. I understand."
"No! I would love to go." Val's smile widened. 'Finally' she thought to herself.
"Really?" Tyler's smile grew as wide as Val's.
"I better get back to my homework." Val walked away from Tyler trying to hide her glee.
*The power of oatmeal cookies.*
A/N: Yes this is short. I wasn't planning on even writing another chapter but I couldn't resist. I hope this chapter didn't ruin the story . . . and I guess another chapter will follow eventually. Um. the restaurant name is supposed to mean "Royalty" in French, but I looked that up in the dictionary. Not too sure if the translation is correct! Once again, I REALLY appreciate the reviews I've been getting. Thanks a lot guys! Questions, Comments, please feel free to ask.
Tyler had a sense of confidence surging through his veins.
'I can do this. I can ask Val out. I can do this' he repeated to himself.
Already changed into his EMT uniform, he proceeded to the common room. Val was sitting at the table and stared at her Spanish homework. Tyler took one look at her and made a detour towards the kitchen.
'I can't do this! I can't ask her out . . . I can't!' he scolded himself.
Doubt quickly replaced his momentary confidence.
Tyler took a deep breath and opened the cupboard in the kitchen. He spotted a box of oatmeal cookies-----his favorite. Oatmeal cookies may seem ordinary yet it held a special power to make any problem disappear for Tyler. He pulled out a large round cookie and began to nibble on it.
"Yum!" he said to no one in particular.
"Those look good. Can I have one?" Startled, Tyler turned around and saw Val standing beside him.
"Um . . . sure." Tyler handed the box of cookies over to Val. She reached inside and pulled out a cookie. She started chewing on the cookie.
The two EMTs ate in silence for a couple of minutes.
"These are good" Val remarked.
"My mom makes the best oatmeal cookies. Even better than these!" he replied with his mouth semi-full.
"All my mom makes is turkey loaf," Val replied giggling.
Tyler took a look at Val and smiled. She was very pretty. Val had her hair tied up in a ponytail with a few strands pulled back with little clips. Short blonde pieces of hair fell over her blue eyes and covered them ever so slightly.
Val caught Tyler staring at her. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked wiping away the corners of her mouth.
"No, no. You don't" Tyler immediately responded shaking his head.
'I can do this' he told himself.
"Val, are you, busy this weekend?" Tyler asked somewhat sheepishly.
"Nope. What do you want to do?" she answered as she poured herself a glass of milk.
"I was thinking we could go out to dinner, at the 'Redevance '." It was an upscale French restaurant his mom and William ate at often. Tyler looked intently at Val waiting for a response.
"Isn't that a formal place?" Val questioned curiously.
"I just figured we could go, and have some dinner."
Val smiled brightly. "Is this a date Tyler?" she asked with her voice filled with hope.
Tyler looked down and fidgeted with his fingers. "Um, I know we work on the same squad and all, and I understand if you don't want to go out with me cause it might get . . . complicated, although there is no rule against EMTs dating, and things of that sort, but, forget I asked. I understand."
"No! I would love to go." Val's smile widened. 'Finally' she thought to herself.
"Really?" Tyler's smile grew as wide as Val's.
"I better get back to my homework." Val walked away from Tyler trying to hide her glee.
*The power of oatmeal cookies.*
A/N: Yes this is short. I wasn't planning on even writing another chapter but I couldn't resist. I hope this chapter didn't ruin the story . . . and I guess another chapter will follow eventually. Um. the restaurant name is supposed to mean "Royalty" in French, but I looked that up in the dictionary. Not too sure if the translation is correct! Once again, I REALLY appreciate the reviews I've been getting. Thanks a lot guys! Questions, Comments, please feel free to ask.