The Good Boy – The One With The First Date

The day arrived. They have been in contact for a while now, conversing and flirting through phone and emails. Then an opportunity presented itself. Payment time. Instead of him using the dispatch to send the cheque, she would come over to his office to collect it. The date was set, 27/1, a Friday. The start of many Fridays to come.

Since morning he has been thinking about the evening. His watch moved painfully slower than ever. Although his mind was focused on the evening only, he forced himself to finish up all the work required for the day as quickly as he can. He doesn’t want work to come in the way later.

Nearing 4pm, she called him.
“Hi, I’m leaving office now. I’ll make a few stops on the way to see my other clients. So I’ll be at your office around 5.30. See you soon!”

“It’s really happening! I’m going to have my first ever date today!” He said quietly to himself, excited and nervous.

So the wait went on. He went to the toilet for the tenth time, just for the mirror. Just to make sure that the shirt he wore was ok. The shirt he chose to wear specifically for that day because through a picture he gave her, she had told him she liked the shirt.

He went back to his desk, trying to do more work but he just can’t concentrate anymore. So he tried to do other things, filing, cleaning his desk, surfing the net, reading newspaper and then his phone rang again. He looked at his watch, 5.15.

“Hey I’m already at the car park.” Her pretty voice sounded excited from the other end.

“Oh ok, wait for me there. Give me five minutes.” He rushed down. “Damn this stupid lift, why can’t it go faster!”

Few minutes later he was at the car park, looking for her car.

Then he saw the car. The first thing he noticed was the Manchester United sticker. “Ergh, what have I gotten myself into!”

He walked towards the passenger’s side. She didn’t notice he was there. He knocked on the window, she turned to see. Immediately, seeing him standing there, she slumped deeper to her seat, as if she wanted to hide under it. She bit her lip, smiling sheepishly. The smile that he will forever remembers.

She rolled down the window, then her hands gripped the steering tighter. She glanced sideways to him, still biting her lips, still with the sheepish smile, “Come in and have a sit first,” she said.

He opened the door and sat at the passenger’s seat.

“Hi, glad to finally meet you." They shook hands. “Any trouble finding this car park?”

“No, no trouble at all.” Silence. “So what should we do now?” She asked, just to fill the silence.

“Let’s take care of business first. And while we are at it, let’s have coffee. Come follow me.”

They got out of the car and walked to the Starbuck at his office. There, he gave her the cheque. After she signed the necessary documents, business was over and the date ‘officially’ started.

It was easy for them. They hit it right off, the conversations were effortless and the jokes were always followed by laughter. He looked right at her as she was telling her stories and she always had a smile on her face. That special smile of her that made her face glow. Beautiful!

After a while, he had to go back up to his office.

“I won’t be long. Wait for me here, ok?” He told her.

She nodded.

He was afraid that she might leave, that she might run away. But when he returned, she was still there. Waiting for him. Smiling.

He let out a sigh of relief.

From there they went to have dinner. They continued telling their stories to each other. They sat there for hours, just conversing. She was showing him the scar on her hand, the one she got from the accident, when she got an sms.

It was from her friend, asking her about her date. “What should I tell her? Great? Wonderful? Excellent?” she asked as she looked at him playfully. He blushed.

He told her that her name was the same as his sister.

“Really? Then what will your family call me?”
Realising what she just said, it was her turn to blush. Beautiful, like a rose in full bloom.

After dinner they walked together to the car park. Now holding hands, they walked side by side, slowly. It was almost 12am when they got to their cars. It was supposed to be goodbye time but the goodbye didn’t happen. Instead they continued talking inside the car, for hours, about nothing at all.

The time was 3am when they reluctantly said goodbye. Neither wanted the night to end.