Page 53 of Brick Wall
“So, are you going to tell me about your worst date now?” Sebastian asks with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“No,” I say with a big laugh.
“C’mon, please share with the class.”
“Good thing class is out of session,” I retort.
“Please? I’ll tell you my worst date.” He wiggles his brows.
“Let me guess, it was with a woman whose name rhymes with hyena?” I tease.
“Man, you must be psychic or something.”
“Or something,” I mumble.
“So, you’re really not going to tell me?” He has a fake pout on his face.
We stare at each other in silence for five minutes. Not going to lie, I don’t hate it. Although, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh because he’s staring so intensely at me, trying to break me.
He raises an eyebrow to challenge me.
“Fine. I give in. It actually started as a really good date, but then he wouldn’t stop bothering me about my dating history. He would not drop it. Definitely the worst date.”
Sebastian howls with laughter. “Fine, I’ll drop it.” He pauses, but then adds, “For now.”
“That’s so kind of you, sir.”
Sebastian’s eyes light up with delight atsir. I’ll have to remember that in the future, hopefully in the near future.
We stay and chat a little longer, but a yawn accidentally slips out of me.
“Ready?” Sebastian asks.
“Oh, sure.” I’m caught a little off guard because I figured we needed to settle the bill, but I guess when you know theowner, everything is all set.
“Everything is all set,” he assures me, reading my mind.
“Thank you for a great night,” I say as we exit the restaurant.
* * *
The drive back to my apartment in South Boston is quick this time of night. When we are a few blocks away, Sebastian asks, “So, did the worst date guy end up recovering the fumble?”
“Yeah.” My voice is a bare whisper in the night.
“Hopefully, there will be another?” he sweetly asks in a low voice.
I blush again.
“I hope so,” I softly respond. “I’m not sure when, though,” I add in a more confident manner. We are both so busy that it took a solid week to wait for this one.
“Tomorrow is my best day. It’s a lighter day. I can do it later in the afternoon or early evening.”
“I’m sorry. We have practice from five to seven tomorrow, and I have much to do before and after.”
We go back and forth, sharing our packed schedules.
“Can you make it to the game on Sunday?” Sebastian asks with hope in his eyes.
