Greg was so giddy as he headed out to his car that he skipped. Mandy laughed behind him.
"Oh my goodness, could you be any goofier?"
"Oh, I'm sorry…. Was that a bad thing?" He asked, hoping he hadn't screwed it up already.
"No, it wasn't. I like the funny, unique guys. They are always better then the stuck up, pompous air-heads at college. I like a guy who can be goofy in public, but can get down to business at work."
"Oh, I see," he said, with a smile. He reached out and opened the door for her.
"Oo, a gentleman I see. This I like," she said, getting into the car. Greg shut the door and skipped around the car, already so happy he could giggle. Which he did, on the way to the other side. He heard Mandy laughing as he came around.
"So, where to?" he asked as he started the car.
"Oh, why not something unhealthy? I could use some good greasy food," she answered. He just laughed, and took her to his favorite place in the world. The 24 Hour Coffeeshop. Also known as the Gag and Heave. This was going to be awesome.
"Ugh. I have never been so full in my life!" Mandy gasped as she sat down in the car.
"Me either. I had a lot of fun today," Greg said to her, sort of hinting as his now developing crush on her.
"Yes, it was quite fun. We must do it again sometime," she said as she took out some chapstick and put it on. Greg pulled out of the parking lot and out onto the main drag down the middle of the city. He laughed to himself, but Mandy heard.
"What's so funny? Have I said something wrong?" she asked, looking sincerely worried.
"No, it's just that your grammar is so perfect. Ha, "Quite fun" was making me laugh," he said, finishing the sentence with a laugh. She blushed.
"I can't help it. If you didn't know, I am also and English Major, as well as my father was English and I have some quirks about me that others don't. So don't tease me. I can't help it," she said, and she broke into a fit of giggles. They were laughing. She then noticed that he was asking her a question, and that she was the only one laughing. Blushing came soon after this realization. He asked the question again.
"So do you want me to be a mind reader, or do you want to tell me where you live so I can drop you off?" he asked. She pointed the way, and five minutes (and some giggles) later, he was pulling into her apartment complex. He shut off the car, and got out of the driver's side. He walked around, and opened her door.
"Thank you Greg," she said, as he offered his hand to help her out. She then went walking towards her apartment, thinking that Greg would just get back into his car and leave. But not our Greggo. He silently followed her until she noticed him. He then blushed.
"I didn't want you to walk there alone. There are some wackos in this city. A lot worse then in Michigan. Or wherever Notre Dame is located," he said, then mentally reprimanding himself to actually think over what he was going to say before he said it from now on.
"Actually, it's in Indiana. But that's ok. Not a lot of people know anyway," she said, with a calm smile. "Thanks for walking me." Greg realized that they were at her front door.
"Oh, it's ok. I had fun. Would you like to give you my phone number, in case of emergency or anything?" he asked, hopeful that she would say, oh, of couse.
"Why sure. I'd love it. Here, here's mine," she took a pen from her messenger bag, along with a Post-It note and tore it in half. She wrote hers on one and Greg wrote his on the other. He smiled, wishing that this night, or morning rather, would never end.
"You know what is funny? I live about three blocks over. Isn't that a coincidence or what?" he said, happy at the thought.
"That is awesome! Now I can finally make a friend in the neighborhood. No one has spoken to me since I moved in," she said, slightly downcast.
"Well, you've got a friend in me," and suddenly Greg broke into song. "You've got a friend in me, yeah you've got a friend in me!" and Mandy giggled. He then looked at her. She smiled. He gave her a hug, which was rather bold. But she returned it, and he smiled, then he left to go to his car. She watched until he turned the corner, then she went inside. She took off her jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger. Then she put her flip flops in the shoe basket next to it, as she was taught to do from her clean-freak mother. She then grabbed a glass of chilled wine from the refridgerator and sat on her couch, watching the sunrise from her huge front window. She took her remote for her cd player and hit the power button. She heard Jamie Cullum's voice come from the stereo. She smiled to herself. But she knew she wasn't content and she knew she wouldn't sleep until she did what was nagging on her mind. She grabbed for the phone next to her. She dialed a number and turned down the stereo as it rang. He picked up.
"Greg Sanders speaking," he said into the phone.
"I just wanted to make sure you got home safe," she said. She knew he had known her less than a day, but he would recognize her voice. He did, and he grinned on the other side of the phone conversation.
"Miss me already?" he asked.
"Actually yes. And the fact that I can't seem to be tired as well. And your number just kept staring at me. So I called," Mandy said.
"You called. I'm touched. Is there anything else you want?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You probably were heading for bed and I interrupted. Entschuldigung Sie," she said, truly sorry.
"Es ist OK. Du musst keine Ebarmlich sein. Ha, I speak German too," he said, and she smiled. "Actually, I was just going to sit down and watch a movie. Would you like to come over and watch it with me?" he asked.
"Actually, I would love too. I'll bring the wine," she said, already getting up.
"I'll pop the popcorn. See you in, like, 3 minutes?" he asked.
"Make it two. Bye Greg!" she said, already changing and grabbing the wine as she hung up. She couldn't get enough of him, and she'd only known him for 12 hours.
