Don't own anything, isn't that sad.
He had missed much of her singing, to his dissappiontment. His friend from out of town wouldn't take a hint and leave.
She finished her song and seeing him busy, grabbed her coat threw it on and made her way to the bar door.
He saw her leaving out of the corner of his eye and quickly ended his conversation rudely, he just up and left, leaving his friend muttering sourerly to himself about rudeness.
He cut the through the tables making a bee line for the door. He reached it just as she was leaving.
Hey, he said breathless from his brisk walk.
She turned around startled and answered with an unsure Hey.
Where ya headed?
Joe's for dinner.
Mind if I join you?
No, a voice inside her screamed silently, but she replied wwith an Umm, I don't...
a voice inside her screamed silently, but she replied wwith anIt'd be on me. He interrupted with a smile.
She smiled back Well in that case... I'd love for you to join.
They both laughed as he guided her to the restaurant down the street.
So, he said looking up from the menu. What'll it be?
Hmm, the chicken ceasar salad looks good.
Are you kidding? He ask jokinlgy
We are at one of the best burger joints intown and you are getting a salad!
Hey, fashion has its price. I couldn't be walking 'round in these clothes if I ate burgers everday.
Wanna bet? he joked
She raised an eyebrow, So what are you getting was her only response.
Joe's #2 special, double burger with cheese and everythignon it.
Sounds healthy she sad flatly and I suppose it comes with fries as well?
His smile grew wider,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
After ordering his burger with fries and her salad, from which she would not budge no matter how good the beef sounded, their conversation drifted to music, politics and the latest news. Until, out of the blue he asked her a question he had been pondering (dear Lord I used the word 'pondering') for a long time.
So, Reba, are you ever going to let me know your last name?
She looked up from her salad, eyes shining and said
Maybe, in a very playful voice, a smile inching across her face.
Should I take that as a no? A small grin now on his face.
You said it, not me, returning her gaze to her half eaten salad.
He thought
That salad must be mighty interesting, laughing to himself.
When her eyes were once again on the salad before her, he took that opportunity to take in the image before him.
How her hair was the color of fire, how it rested gently on her shoulders and draped across her back.
When she looked up agian after the long silence to see him peering at her, she blushed.
He took note of how the pink tint made her even more beautiful.
Locking eyes he saw how her's were like a glass sea, one he could get lost in and be perfectly content if he were never found again.
Upon seeing the deep look in his eyes, she searched her memory to try and find something to say that would get the gaze to soften. Nothing came, so she adverted her eyes back down and moved her salad around the frosted glass plate.
'Funny how this tension always appears around him' she thought' I wonder what he is thinking'
The rest of the night carried on lightly as topics began filling their heads, releaving them of the tight silence.
After dinner he offered to walk her to her car. She refused since it was out of his way, though he insisted he didn't mind.
Truth was he didn't want the night to end just yet. But she assured him she could make it on her own.
So he reluctantly said his good byes and headed toward his own car in the other direction.
But when he was out of sight she regretted that decision.
The observor from the park was still observing.
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