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“My parents?” He asks, and I nod. “They’re terrible.”
He says it so stoically, so deadpan, and I stare at him in shock.
“What?” I croak out.
“They’re terrible parents and terrible people. I can’t remember one good memory of them.”
“Warren, I’m sorry.”
“We seem to be saying that a lot to each other,” he remarks, and I smile slightly.
“Way more than I thought I would on my first date,” I joke.
“This is your first date?” He asks, and I can feel myself start to blush.
“Yeah, I never really had anyone I was interested in before. I wasn’t getting out much with the cancer and all either,” I add self-consciously.
“I’ve never dated before either,” he admits, and my mouth drops open.
“What? How is that possible?”
Now it’s his turn to blush.
“I was too busy trying to get out of my parents’ house, and then I was in boot camp, then here at Coronado to train to become a SEAL. Then I was deploying. It didn’t leave a lot of time for dating. Besides, I never met anyone that interested me before.”
My body warms at that comment, and I smile as I grab my glass of wine and take a sip.
“What made you want to be a SEAL?”
“I wanted to prove that I was strong and capable and that I was good enough,” he says.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he looks surprised that he admitted that.
“You are all of those things,” I tell him. “And I’m sure you were before you were a SEAL too.”
Our waiter comes back with our food and Warren and I both dig in. We move on to lighter topics, like our favorite seasons, colors, and foods.
The meal goes by far too fast for my liking, and soon he’s paying the bill, and we’re heading out to his truck.
He takes my hand as he leads me over to his truck and opens the door for me.
“Thanks,” I say as he helps me into the passenger seat.
He shuts my door, and I smile as we make the drive back to our apartment building.
“So, how did I do?” Warren asks as we park in the apartment lot.
“Pretty good.”
“Am I forgiven?” He asks with a hopeful smile, and I nod.
“Yeah, you’re forgiven. I’m not much for grudges anyway.”
“Want to do this again? Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Alright,” I say, trying to hide my smile.
“Good.”
