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“Jacob was pretty cute, and it is his birthday,” she says with a sigh as she takes her seat and thanks the hostess. “Best of all, he comes with Buzzy Bear. I mean, that’s a package deal right there,” she says as she sits back crossing her arms as though she’s reassessing being here with me. “I think you’re right, you should be jealous, Jonathan. Lucky for you I really love dessert and not even Jacob and Buzzy Bear could get me to leave without my ice cream. So, it looks like you’re stuck with me,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
“I am so not stuck with you, and you should know that there is no place I would rather be.” I hold my menu up next to my face and lean closer to her as I pretend that I don’t want anybody else to hear me. “I’m also pretty competitive, and ole Jakey Boy and his bear had me worried back there. Don’t tell anybody. It might ruin my rep.”
“Oh, is that so, Georgia?” She says with narrowed eyes. “Why do I feel as though I don’t need to worry about your confidence being shaken for too long? I think you can handle some toddler competition. Now, let’s order some ice cream!”
As if she heard Emily’s plea for ice cream our server appears at our table ready to take our order. She pulls her pen out of the bun on the top of her gray head. “What can I get for the two of you?”
“I will have The Queen of Caramel sundae, please.”
“I’ll take a chocolate shake.”
With that the server leaves and with a scrunched up nose Emily says, “Well, you won’t have to worry about sharing your shake with me.”
“What’s wrong with a chocolate shake?”
“That would be the chocolate ice cream. I love chocolate but there is something about chocolate ice cream that is . . . just so . . . gross,” she says with a shiver like the thought of chocolate ice cream creeps her out.
“Wow, who am I spending my Saturday night with? What planet are you from? You really don’t like chocolate ice cream? Am I being Punked?” I pretend to look around the restaurant like a camera crew is going to jump out of the shadows. She just rolls her eyes as I continue, “Maybe we need to dig a little deeper and get a few things out in the open to make sure we don’t need to rush back to the safety of our friends.”
“What else would you like to know?” she says with a grin.
“Well, let’s start with something that could make or break this new friendship right off the bat. You ready?”
“Bring it.”
“Coke or Pepsi?
“Coke,” she says with all seriousness.
“Oh, thank God. There’s hope for us after all.”
“Creamy or Crunchy peanut butter? And don’t you dare say you don’t like peanut butter, because I might just have to take my shake to go if that’s the case,” I say with mock intensity.
“Creamy,” she says. Still taking this very seriously.
“Well, that’s not a perfect answer, because crunchy is clearly the correct answer, but I think it’s something we can overcome. You know they say relationships are hard work and this just means we’re starting things off with challenges earlier on than most, but I am sure we can work through it.”
Looking down at her hands she whispers, “Jonathan, I don’t do relationships. I don’t want to lead you on. I want to be sure that it’s clear,” she says as she lifts her eyes to mine and I can see the hurt in hers. Somebody has clearly done a number on this gorgeous woman. What a prick!
“Shhh . . . you’re going to ruin my fun,” I say placing my hand on top of hers. “I heard you say you didn’t date before, and I wish I knew why, but I’m not going to pry. Let’s just try to have some fun shall we, Emily Grace?”
She removes her clasped hands from mine and sets to playing with her necklace with one hand and grabbing her glass of water with the other. I give her the moment she needs and then start the game again.
“Do you drink coffee?”
With a smile she replies. “I do. I love the stuff. I don’t have to have it to survive like some people but give me a non-fat, white Chocolate mocha, no whip and I am a happy girl. How about you?”
And just like that she’s back to having that light about her that I can’t get enough of.
“I love coffee but I am one of those people that have to have it in the morning to ‘survive’ as you say. I prefer to say that I need it to function but survive is probably a truer statement. Not sure your fru-fru drink counts as you being a coffee drinker, but we’ll go with it for the sake of argument. I’m just a straight Americano guy myself but I don’t judge.”
As I finish my statement my gross chocolate shake and her sundae arrive, her face lights up and she rubs her hands together. After the server walks away she pulls on her ponytail and tightens it like she’s about to go into battle. Adorable.
Before we take our first bites she holds her spoon up and motions with a nod of her head to my silverware. I finally get it and pick up my spoon and we tap them together and she says, “Cheers!”
Fucking. Adorable.
Things quickly go from adorable to hot as hell when she takes her first bite, closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan that is so hot it wakes things up down below. My shorts suddenly feel a little tight and I have to shift in my seat to stay comfortable. She’s moaning over ice cream, and that should be adorable too, but man do I wish it was because she was under me and it was me making her moan like that. The problem is she doesn’t date and I leave in a week. So, I better get my head out of the gutter and get my shit together and enjoy what I can, while I can. If that means eating ice cream every day for the next week, so be it.
