Chapter 4
So there I was, standing outside Subway at 4:15 waiting for the guy of my dreams to appear for our first date. I'll admit I was nervous. I mean come on! The boy I'd been dreaming about for years was about to come and meet me for our first date! How often does that happen to anybody? Actually all the time, it just goes badly most of the time.
I was brought back from my musings by a large hand caressing my cheek. I blinked to see the very person I was thinking about. Sam.
"Hey, ready to eat?" I asked jumpily.
"Sure, but before you say anything, I'm buying."
"I have no issues with that whatsoever," I replied, smiling up at him. "Shall we, then?"
"After you, my lady," he bowed elegantly as he opened the door for me. "If I may ask, what would be your choice of platter on this fine afternoon?"
"Italian white half-foot long roll, non-cheese grilled, tuna, cucumber, and lettuce if you please with a diet Coke."
"Your wish is my command," he said, clearly trying not to laugh as he placed my order with another identical one.
We choose to sit down at one of the small round tables to allow us to face each other while being in close proximity and be able to eat at the same time.
"Let's start with what you like to do for fun," I started off as I opened my roll and ate the lettuce and cucumber.
"Well, I like to read, geeky I know, but I do. I like martial arts like karate, ju-do, ju-jitsu, that kind of stuff. Going on the internet, running, basketball, surprise, surprise. And food. Not that you can tell from my perfect physique." He smirked, as if he knew that that was exactly what I thought. "What about you?"
"More of the same funnily enough, but also designing clothes and acting. Also baking cakes is a favourite pastime of mine. You do any cooking?" I asked, starting on the roll itself.
"Not unless you count sticking a frozen pizza in the oven and then burning it to a crisp. But I did but some of your cakes at the sale and I must say, one of the reasons I asked you out is so that I could get a batch made especially for me." He fluttered his eyelashes while doing a puppy-dog pouty face as if to guilt me into it. It worked.
"Fine, I'll bring in a box tomorrow for you-"
"Yes!"
"On one condition."
"Dammit!"
"You have to show me some of those martial arts moves you were talking about. I know a bit myself and I want to what your moves are like compared to mine." I told him as I sipped my drink.
"Alright, I like a good challenge. I think we're done eating, so where should we go so I can show you my moves, eh?"
"I've got a do-jo in my back-yard, let's go there."
"Lead the way, Sensei."
"Hey!" I said, whirling on him. "I'm not your Sensei, I'm your Mistress."
"Yes Mistress," he said, bowing his head to me.
"It was a joke," I say, slapping his arm. "But that does have a nice ring to it."
He took my hand as we walked leisurely to my home.