Speaking to the Wrong Person
It's 7 o'clock, an hour before my date with Lucas. I'm starting to panic. I've already showered and curled my hair. I put on a thick, winged swipe of eyeliner, some mascara and blood orange lipstick. I ponder over my outfit as I give myself a French manicure. I settle on a figure hugging black sleeveless dress with and orange belt around my waist and black heeled ankle-boots.
I am ready just in time when I hear the doorbell ring. My dad isn't home so I answer the door myself. I see Lucas is wearing a long sleeved blue shirt and black tight jeans. He looks HOT.
"Hey, come on in," I say, "I just need to grab my bag." I fetch my sequined clutch and keys.
"Good to go?" he asks. I nod.
. . .
When he pulls up at the restaurant I recognize the name, Luigi's Feast. "Hey isn't this that expensive Italian buffet?"
Lucas laughs, "Yeah, you know it?"
"Heard of it," I lied. Austin took me here to celebrate the first album we made as partners. Wow, ever since I met Lucas I haven't thought about Austin once. Maybe that's a good thing.
Lucas led me inside and the lady showed us to our table. The best thing about buffets is that you don't have to choose just one thing. When we went up to get our food I stockpiled my plate with everything that looked good. Lucas watched me and laughed. "Hey, the sign says 'Help Yourself'."
Throughout dinner we made small talk, I told Lucas about my music and he told me about his swimming and surfing (I was right).
"You definitely look like you swim," I said.
"Yeah, well twelve years will do that to you."
"How old were you when you started?" I asked him
"I started swimming when I was six," I did the math – he's 18, "and I started surfing when I was eleven." He looked at my plate, "Not so hungry after all?"
"Guess not," I frowned.
"Come on, I'll take you home," he offered.
"Thanks," I agreed. He paid as we left the restaurant.
…
When we were standing at my door he looked down at me. He must have been at least 6"2. "I had a great time tonight," he said.
"Me too," I said. I could tell that he wanted to kiss me. I have only been kissed twice before; both times by Austin. I looked into his deep blue eyes as he caressed my cheek. We both leaned in and I closed my eyes. His lips barely touched mine when he swiftly pulled back. He looked alarmed. "What?"
"I thought I saw something," he said but I obviously wasn't listening very well.
"You had your eyes open?"
"Huh, no, I thought I saw someone watching us."
"What? No one's watching us Lucas," I said as I fumbled to get my keys in the door. "Goodnight."
"Ally, wait," as I turned away from him he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. He pulled me flushed against his body and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He looked at me and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. At first the kiss felt almost felt desperate; neither of our lips moving, simply pressed together. That all went away when his soft, warm lips slowly moved against mine. I followed his movements and eventually there seemed to be nothing but us and the kiss. He pulled me closer to him and I parted my lips as an invitation for more. Not reading my message he pulled back before kissing my lips one last time. He smiled, squeezed my hand and then turned and walked away. I was left breathless on my front steps as I watched him drive away. I brought my hand to my lips and felt shivers run down my spine. My lips were tingling; it was wonderful.
…
"Trish, Trish! You'll never believe what an amazing day I've had!" I said as her image appeared on my computer screen.
"Whoa, Ally, slow down. What happened?" Trish asked me.
"This guy came into the shop and he was so gorgeous and he flirted and asked me out and we went out to dinner at that Italian buffet and it was amazing and then he drove me home and then he walked me to my door and then he kissed me and OMG, Trish, the kiss was amazing; it's been so long since…"
"Hang on, Ally," I shut up. "Austin, I'm kinda busy." She turned her screen around so he could see me. Dez smiled and waved in the background and Austin just stood there staring.
"Hey," I murmured, "sorry I didn't know that you were here." This was going to be interesting.
Austin walked over and whispered something to Trish. "Um, yeah sure," she said. Trish got up and switched places with Austin. "I'll leave you two alone," she left.
To be continued
