Love 101.Lesson 4: Always be a gentleman-Part 2
I wake up feeling uneasy towards the day ahead of me. Mia's already up and at the bodega. I eat some fruit she left for me as breakfast, and head for the garage. It's a really clear breezy Saturday. After so many days of suffocating heat, it's a nice change. Everyone's already at the garage working and talking, as I head into the office and the awaiting end of the week paperwork. Taking a seat I cringe, spotting Vince walking this way out of the corner of my eye. Here comes the backlash. He walks in and shuts the door. I open my mouth to apologize, but he just throws his hands up to stop me. I sigh and lean back in my chair. He paces and shakes his head. Stopping suddenly, he exhales sharply raising his eyebrows in disbelief, and walks right back out of the office. That was unexpected. I shake it off and decide to figure it out later. Right now, I have an ass of work to do, and a leap of faith to take. With each paper and click of the mouse, I become more and more anxious to get this all over with. It's killing me, not knowing what her answer will be. By the time I know it, I'm done, and there's nothing stopping me from walking right up to her and asking her out...except my legs witch seem to all of a sudden become paralyzed. I keep asking them to get up, but they won't budge. So I sit, and a battle rages between my head and heart. Consumed in my own self loathing, I don't even hear the door open.
"Hey", Letty flops down in the armchair. She's like an instant shot of adrenaline, my heart always speeds up and my stomach takes on a weightless feeling when she's near me. My chest tingles with excitement, and my mouth absorbs every drop of saliva, leaving it dry. I didn't even have to move. For some reason she came to me. God is definitely trying to tell me something.
"Watcha up to?"", she pops her gum, and grabs a magazine off the floor.
"Nothing, what about you?"
"Nothing..just got done with that tune-up...kinda bored", she flips through the mag. My neck aches from being so tense. It's now or never. Just do it, and get it over with.
"Ummm..you wanna...go out and eat with me tonight.that is, if you don't have any plans, or anything, cause I was just going to try out that new place on the beach, and I remembered Mia telling me how much you've been wanting to go there, so I was just gonna ask you if you maybe wanted to come with me.tonight", I ramble endlessly finally bringing myself back to the point. Did that even make sense? I blink hard in response to the mental bitchslap I just administered to myself. Wait, she's smiling. Holy shit, she's smiling. That's good. She's laughing softly. Ok, that can be good or bad. I'm gonna die, if she says no. I'm gonna die is she doesn't say something soon.
"Sure..what time are we leaving", she smiles. She said yes. I'm gonna explode with elation. She said yes. No one can see it, but I'm doing back flips in my head. Ok, now answer her, before she realizes that your retarded.
"Bout eight, ok?", I try with all the strength in me to stifle a huge goofy grin.
"Yeah, that's cool", she says nonchalantly, not really knowing the happiness she has just caused me. She lays the magazine down and stands. What is it with her stretching every single time she's in my presence? I'm starting to think she does it on purpose, knowing that it drives me up the wall.
"So I'll come over at eight, K?", she leans against the door. I nod, and she walks out. As soon as the door closes, I suck a deep breath of air in like someone emerging from a deep-sea dive. That was it. Now, was that so hard? I sit back in my chair dazed. That's done, now comes the hard part, the date. I have no good experiences with dates. It's just not my thing. So for her sake and mine, it's not a date, it's dinner. Don't treat it like a date, and everything will run smoothly. I hope.
I wake up feeling uneasy towards the day ahead of me. Mia's already up and at the bodega. I eat some fruit she left for me as breakfast, and head for the garage. It's a really clear breezy Saturday. After so many days of suffocating heat, it's a nice change. Everyone's already at the garage working and talking, as I head into the office and the awaiting end of the week paperwork. Taking a seat I cringe, spotting Vince walking this way out of the corner of my eye. Here comes the backlash. He walks in and shuts the door. I open my mouth to apologize, but he just throws his hands up to stop me. I sigh and lean back in my chair. He paces and shakes his head. Stopping suddenly, he exhales sharply raising his eyebrows in disbelief, and walks right back out of the office. That was unexpected. I shake it off and decide to figure it out later. Right now, I have an ass of work to do, and a leap of faith to take. With each paper and click of the mouse, I become more and more anxious to get this all over with. It's killing me, not knowing what her answer will be. By the time I know it, I'm done, and there's nothing stopping me from walking right up to her and asking her out...except my legs witch seem to all of a sudden become paralyzed. I keep asking them to get up, but they won't budge. So I sit, and a battle rages between my head and heart. Consumed in my own self loathing, I don't even hear the door open.
"Hey", Letty flops down in the armchair. She's like an instant shot of adrenaline, my heart always speeds up and my stomach takes on a weightless feeling when she's near me. My chest tingles with excitement, and my mouth absorbs every drop of saliva, leaving it dry. I didn't even have to move. For some reason she came to me. God is definitely trying to tell me something.
"Watcha up to?"", she pops her gum, and grabs a magazine off the floor.
"Nothing, what about you?"
"Nothing..just got done with that tune-up...kinda bored", she flips through the mag. My neck aches from being so tense. It's now or never. Just do it, and get it over with.
"Ummm..you wanna...go out and eat with me tonight.that is, if you don't have any plans, or anything, cause I was just going to try out that new place on the beach, and I remembered Mia telling me how much you've been wanting to go there, so I was just gonna ask you if you maybe wanted to come with me.tonight", I ramble endlessly finally bringing myself back to the point. Did that even make sense? I blink hard in response to the mental bitchslap I just administered to myself. Wait, she's smiling. Holy shit, she's smiling. That's good. She's laughing softly. Ok, that can be good or bad. I'm gonna die, if she says no. I'm gonna die is she doesn't say something soon.
"Sure..what time are we leaving", she smiles. She said yes. I'm gonna explode with elation. She said yes. No one can see it, but I'm doing back flips in my head. Ok, now answer her, before she realizes that your retarded.
"Bout eight, ok?", I try with all the strength in me to stifle a huge goofy grin.
"Yeah, that's cool", she says nonchalantly, not really knowing the happiness she has just caused me. She lays the magazine down and stands. What is it with her stretching every single time she's in my presence? I'm starting to think she does it on purpose, knowing that it drives me up the wall.
"So I'll come over at eight, K?", she leans against the door. I nod, and she walks out. As soon as the door closes, I suck a deep breath of air in like someone emerging from a deep-sea dive. That was it. Now, was that so hard? I sit back in my chair dazed. That's done, now comes the hard part, the date. I have no good experiences with dates. It's just not my thing. So for her sake and mine, it's not a date, it's dinner. Don't treat it like a date, and everything will run smoothly. I hope.