Rebecca
Steve was more than a little jaded so far. He walked in to meet his next 'date'. Her caramel coloured hair was cut into a sharp bob that managed to look modern and very 1920's at the same time. She was wearing a cardigan over a dress and tights, which Steve thought was modest and quirky. She grinned at him in a friendly way, but Steve could tell by the way she was holding her shoulders that she was probably at least as nervous as he was. He liked her straight away. She introduced herself as Rebecca, 25, from Beechhurst, and somehow they got straight into talking about movies.
"I've recently discovered Hitchcock" Steve admitted.
"Oh, I like old movies!" Rebecca agreed.
Steve grinned, thinking how what was old for one person could be amazingly new for someone else.
"Rear Window is probably my favourite of his" Rebecca continued. "I love James Stewart."
"Isn't he great?" Steve agreed. "Have you ever seen Mr Smith Goes To Washington?"
"Yes! The filibuster scene, absolute classic!"
They continued on like this for their full six minutes. It was, without question, the longest normal conversation he'd ever had with a woman, and he enjoyed it immensely. When the bell rang, they broke off hesitantly, then both smiled and laughed.
"Well, it was nice to meet you," Rebecca said, suddenly shy.
Steve nodded. "Maybe we'll get to talk again sometime?"
Rebecca smiled demurely. They shook hands and Steve left the room. He smiled to himself and put a big tick next to her number.
(later…)
"She's great!" Clint enthused, leaving Rebecca's room. "We talked non-stop about sports the entire time. I've never met a woman so into ice hockey. I felt like an amateur" he said in awe.
"Sports? Really?" Steve asked. "We talked about movies the whole time."
"Movies? Pfft!" Clint said dismissively. He looked at his clipboard. "Well, she's getting a big tick from me!"
Steve gave him a speculative look. "I've ticked her, too."
Clint shrugged. "That's fine, man. It's not a competition... Maybe she didn't even like either of us."
Steve narrowed his eyes. "She liked me just fine."
"Sure she did, buddy." Clint said slyly, slapping him on the back.