Adam led Sarah to a sleek, black sedan that was idling at the curb. He opened the door for her and held out his hand to her as she climbed in.
“You have a driver?” she said, impressed. There was obvious shock in her voice.
He felt good impressing her. “For tonight,” he stated matter-of-factly. For a brief moment, he wanted to simply say yes. At the same time, he liked her and knew it would not be their last date. He wanted to be completely honest with her.
“For tonight?” Adam smiled and winked at her. “Like, only tonight?” He smiled and nodded again before closing the door and going around to the other side of the car.
As soon as Adam got in and closed the door, Sarah spun in her seat to face him, “why only tonight Adam?”
“Because,” he reached out a putting a loose strand of her hair behind her ear where it had fallen from, “we have a date.”
“Do you do this for all of your dates?”
“Umm…no.” he rested his elbow on the back of the seat and rubbed her hair between his thumb and finger.
“Oh,” she said quietly as she lowered her head. The blush crept up her neck giving away her embarrassment.
Normally Adam would tease and be playful but he knew Sarah was not like other women he dated. She seemed more fragile. He coughed and moved his hand to lightly touch hers. She lifted her head and smiled at him.
“Do you like Thai?” ‘A little late to ask now,’ a voice inside his head scolded him.
‘Oh thank God.’ He felt himself relax a little more.
They rode to the restaurant in awkward silence. Thankfully the driver put music on and it wasn’t a very far drive.
When they arrived, Adam got out and went around to Sarah’s door. He once again offered his hand to her. He closed the car door behind her, still holding her hand. As they walk towards the door of the restaurant, Adam smiles to himself as he realizes she hasn’t tried to take her hand back. Her small, delicate hand fits so perfectly in his.
Sarah has never been so nervous in her life. Even when she’s had a job interview she was always able to calm her heart and be confident. She felt totally out of her realm and she was afraid that Adam could see right through her. She fought to keep her breathing steady. She was afraid that holding his hand might be moving a bit fast but it felt good.
During dinner they talked about their day and what they do for work. Sarah was surprised that Adam was a stock broker. She never would have guessed that based on when she first met him. Looking at him tonight though, she could see it. He was not surprised that Sarah practiced corporate law. Although, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she said she was a librarian either.
“What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Um,” Sarah tried to think of something exciting to say. “Well,” she paused; embarrassed that she couldn’t think of anything, “I like to read.”
“What’s your favorite story of all time?”
“Winnie the Pooh.” She answered without hesitation.
He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. “I love Winnie the Pooh. Especially Tigger. Who’s your favorite?”
“Tigger.” She smiled. “He is always so happy and full of energy.”
Both Adam and Sarah were surprised with how easy it was to find topics to talk about. They were more similar than they realized.
Sarah found herself rambling on about some funny childhood memory. She was clearly more nervous than she thought or the wine was getting to her head. Laughing, Adam reached out to touch her hand on the table. He jumped a little at how cold it was.
“You’re freezing Sarah,” he exclaimed.
“I’m always cold Adam,” she pulled her hand away and held it in her lap to warm it, “you know that already.” It was embarrassing at how cold she always was.
Adam put both his hands on the table and motioned for her to give him her hands. She placed her hands in his and he held them tight before bringing them to his lips to kiss them. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time. She was afraid she would stop breathing.
He put her hands back down but still held them. “Did you enjoy your food?”
She cleared her throat, “very much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” As the waitress walked by, he motioned to her for the bill. “I’d like to take you to a nice little bistro around here. They serve the best coffee and desserts to die for.” He winked at her. “What do you say? Wanna take a walk with me?”
“Sure,” Sarah smiled.
They left the restaurant hand in hand and walked down the street. After a block, Sarah began to shiver. Adam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He rubbed her arm. “We’re almost there. Then I can warm you up.”
‘Slow, deep breaths,’ Sarah reminded herself.
When inside the bistro, Adam led her to a couch by a fireplace.
“Trust me?” Adam asked with a wink. Before she had a chance to answer, he kissed her on the cheek and went to the counter to order.
Sarah watched him go before sitting down and rubbing her hands together in front of the fire. Adam came back putting one dessert and two coffees on the table.
“Hot apple pie and vanilla ice cream,” he said, “and of course a white chocolate mocha for the lady and an Americano for me.”
“You remembered,” Sarah was surprised.
“Of course,” he smiled at her as he sat down.
“So, is the pie for me and the ice cream for you?” she asked playfully with a smirk.
“No,” he said with a chuckle. “They go together.”
“You only got one spoon,” she said when she looked down, “I’ll get another,” she offered.
Quickly, he put his hand on her leg, “you don’t need to.” He reached past her, brushing his arm against her leg. Picking up the spoon, he handed it to her. “Ladies first.”
She watched him closely as she took the first bite. The ice cream was velvety and there was just the right amount of cinnamon in the pie. “Mmmm,” she hummed. She put the spoon down and rubbed her lips with her finger. “That is really good pie,” she whispered.
“It most definitely is,” he agreed staring at her, his eyes hungry for her.
(c) Rachel Rennie