Chapter 6: A Date?
He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed pink. "Uh- that. . . that was a good one." He cleared his throat again, embarrassed.
Sydney laughed, loving every minute of it. "So, what are you doing here?"
"I have a meeting in a couple of hours and I found the flier for this place on my windshield. You?"
"My story is exactly the same as yours. Wow, its like we're the same person." Sydney gave him another smile. " So, Mr. Vaughn, how many other young ladies have you saved since yesterday?"
He grinned. "Only you. Though if I could save more women I would. . . especially if they were as beautiful as you are."
Sydney smiled. "You're not very subtle with your compliments. That's okay, I prefer someone who's not afraid to say what's on his mind. I'm sick of secrets and having to hide from everyone." She looked at him, her eyes touched with a hint of sadness.
*Shit. She wants someone with no secrets. Sure, I can tell her I work for the CIA but will she be able to be in that kind of relationship? I know Alice couldn't. But she's different. I know I've only spent about 20 minutes total with this woman but . . . she is very different.* "All right. So, Ms. Bristow, do want me to tell you something completely honest?"
"This isn't going to be another milk with pasta story, is it?"
He grinned, showing her a heart-stopping smile. "Nope. I was just going to tell you that I am extremely attracted to you and I was wondering exactly when your next engagement starts so that I can plan a quick date to fit within the time period."
*Oh my god. He's asking me out. Life is good.* Sydney looked down at her watch. They had stayed at the restaurant for only 20 minutes and their food- well. . . her food- remained untouched. "Umm, I have two and a half hours."
"That's perfect. That's how much time I have to." *What a great coincidence. This has to mean something doesn't it? Is fate pushing us together? Why else would he "save" this woman, see her again, eat with her, and having matching time schedules?* Vaughn grinned. It was time for his romantic life to start up again.
"So. . . you're asking me out?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, did you want something more traditional or another pick-up line?" He winked at her.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I think I want both. That's something you need to learn about me, Mr. Vaughn. I'm a pretty tough girl to please so I'm giving you fair warning. I'll take as much as I can get. Oh, unless you're pickup line is as lame as you're other one. . . "Can I sit there?" I know you can do better. Just. . ." She smiled devilishly at him. "Just think milk."
He laughed out loud then, startling a family that had just come into the restaurant. "Alright, alright. I get it. You didn't appreciate my humor there. Ok, now I have to think." He looked up at her. "Do I have to do something to get me in the mood too? Because I don't know what a pick-up line mood is. I didn't even know there was such a thing. I thought women hated pick up lines."
Sydney smiled, this was too much fun. She felt like she was already on her first date. She felt transported back to high school, giggling over cute guys, feeling the rapid beating of her heart as she went on a date, the constant fluttering feeling in her stomach every time a crush looked at her. "They only hate them when they come from greasy old fat men in bars are think that they are actually going to work. Now you. . ." She purposely let him see her looking him up and down. "You appear to be an honest, clean, well brought-up man who is funny, charming and pretty damn cute. You pass the test."
Vaughn felt himself smiling like a fool. He had dated Alice because she was a good person and could make him feel comfortable. But he had never felt the spark. Now, here with Sydney, he not only felt the tumbling emotions, but he was also proud of himself. No, not proud. That wasn't the right word. He was just happier than he could ever remember being.
"And as for the mood of a pick-up line, just take the words wherever you want them to go. It'll be fun for me, slightly embarrassing for you, and I'll definitely say yes to a date."
"So, I still have to do the thing?"
"Yup."
Vaughn sighed. Did he even know any pick up lines? The only one he could remember was 'what's your sign' and he wasn't even sure he understood how it was supposed to work. "Umm, I have honestly never used one and all I can think of right now are really stupid ones."
"Oh, come one Michael. I talked to you about milk."
"Ha," he grinned. "That was pretty funny. . . though it did work."
She waggled her eyebrows, eliciting another smile from him. They were coming fast today.
"And I have to admit that the ones I know are either disgusting, corny, or weird. And I wouldn't want you to think that I was serious," He looked at her, acutely aware now of how embarrassed he was.
"Oh no. Because I really thought you got your looks from milk. C'mon Michael, it's not like you're proposing. Any pick up line is fine. It'll make my day. Really."
Vaughn smiled. "Okay, okay, I give up. I see that you are a determined woman."
"That I am. I told you that already, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"So. . . go on!"
"Okay, okay. Let me get into the mood." He grinned at her. They had chemistry that went on for miles. He loved this atmosphere.
Then he looked at her, head tilted slightly downwards. Sydney felt her breath catch in her throat. This wasn't funny anymore. He was about to turn on the charm and she knew it didn't matter what he said to her.
His green eyes completely focused on hers, he suddenly smiled. "Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me? . . . Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"
After a minute, Sydney shook her head, freed herself from her little trance and burst out laughing. "Okay, I say yes. Let's go."
He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed pink. "Uh- that. . . that was a good one." He cleared his throat again, embarrassed.
Sydney laughed, loving every minute of it. "So, what are you doing here?"
"I have a meeting in a couple of hours and I found the flier for this place on my windshield. You?"
"My story is exactly the same as yours. Wow, its like we're the same person." Sydney gave him another smile. " So, Mr. Vaughn, how many other young ladies have you saved since yesterday?"
He grinned. "Only you. Though if I could save more women I would. . . especially if they were as beautiful as you are."
Sydney smiled. "You're not very subtle with your compliments. That's okay, I prefer someone who's not afraid to say what's on his mind. I'm sick of secrets and having to hide from everyone." She looked at him, her eyes touched with a hint of sadness.
*Shit. She wants someone with no secrets. Sure, I can tell her I work for the CIA but will she be able to be in that kind of relationship? I know Alice couldn't. But she's different. I know I've only spent about 20 minutes total with this woman but . . . she is very different.* "All right. So, Ms. Bristow, do want me to tell you something completely honest?"
"This isn't going to be another milk with pasta story, is it?"
He grinned, showing her a heart-stopping smile. "Nope. I was just going to tell you that I am extremely attracted to you and I was wondering exactly when your next engagement starts so that I can plan a quick date to fit within the time period."
*Oh my god. He's asking me out. Life is good.* Sydney looked down at her watch. They had stayed at the restaurant for only 20 minutes and their food- well. . . her food- remained untouched. "Umm, I have two and a half hours."
"That's perfect. That's how much time I have to." *What a great coincidence. This has to mean something doesn't it? Is fate pushing us together? Why else would he "save" this woman, see her again, eat with her, and having matching time schedules?* Vaughn grinned. It was time for his romantic life to start up again.
"So. . . you're asking me out?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, did you want something more traditional or another pick-up line?" He winked at her.
She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I think I want both. That's something you need to learn about me, Mr. Vaughn. I'm a pretty tough girl to please so I'm giving you fair warning. I'll take as much as I can get. Oh, unless you're pickup line is as lame as you're other one. . . "Can I sit there?" I know you can do better. Just. . ." She smiled devilishly at him. "Just think milk."
He laughed out loud then, startling a family that had just come into the restaurant. "Alright, alright. I get it. You didn't appreciate my humor there. Ok, now I have to think." He looked up at her. "Do I have to do something to get me in the mood too? Because I don't know what a pick-up line mood is. I didn't even know there was such a thing. I thought women hated pick up lines."
Sydney smiled, this was too much fun. She felt like she was already on her first date. She felt transported back to high school, giggling over cute guys, feeling the rapid beating of her heart as she went on a date, the constant fluttering feeling in her stomach every time a crush looked at her. "They only hate them when they come from greasy old fat men in bars are think that they are actually going to work. Now you. . ." She purposely let him see her looking him up and down. "You appear to be an honest, clean, well brought-up man who is funny, charming and pretty damn cute. You pass the test."
Vaughn felt himself smiling like a fool. He had dated Alice because she was a good person and could make him feel comfortable. But he had never felt the spark. Now, here with Sydney, he not only felt the tumbling emotions, but he was also proud of himself. No, not proud. That wasn't the right word. He was just happier than he could ever remember being.
"And as for the mood of a pick-up line, just take the words wherever you want them to go. It'll be fun for me, slightly embarrassing for you, and I'll definitely say yes to a date."
"So, I still have to do the thing?"
"Yup."
Vaughn sighed. Did he even know any pick up lines? The only one he could remember was 'what's your sign' and he wasn't even sure he understood how it was supposed to work. "Umm, I have honestly never used one and all I can think of right now are really stupid ones."
"Oh, come one Michael. I talked to you about milk."
"Ha," he grinned. "That was pretty funny. . . though it did work."
She waggled her eyebrows, eliciting another smile from him. They were coming fast today.
"And I have to admit that the ones I know are either disgusting, corny, or weird. And I wouldn't want you to think that I was serious," He looked at her, acutely aware now of how embarrassed he was.
"Oh no. Because I really thought you got your looks from milk. C'mon Michael, it's not like you're proposing. Any pick up line is fine. It'll make my day. Really."
Vaughn smiled. "Okay, okay, I give up. I see that you are a determined woman."
"That I am. I told you that already, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"So. . . go on!"
"Okay, okay. Let me get into the mood." He grinned at her. They had chemistry that went on for miles. He loved this atmosphere.
Then he looked at her, head tilted slightly downwards. Sydney felt her breath catch in her throat. This wasn't funny anymore. He was about to turn on the charm and she knew it didn't matter what he said to her.
His green eyes completely focused on hers, he suddenly smiled. "Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me? . . . Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"
After a minute, Sydney shook her head, freed herself from her little trance and burst out laughing. "Okay, I say yes. Let's go."
