“Welcome toBobbie’s, I’m Sheila and I’ll be your waitress this evening,” a petite blonde lady looking to be in her late-fifties greets us, her smile genuine and kind. She hands Quinn and I a menu each. “Here are your menus, what can I get you to drink?”
“I’ll have a coke please,” Quinn answers.
“I’ll take a beer, thanks.”
“No problem.” Sheila smiles and I thank her before she turns on her heel and walks away.
“God, I’m starving,” Quinn comments, opening up her menu and scanning the food on offer, chewing her lip in concentration.
“Me too.” My eyes wandering over the selection of food, but nothing takes my fancy.
Quinn lets out a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Did I tire you out?” I ask.
“You? Tire me out?” She snorts a laugh. “Please, you know as well as I do thatIwas the one tiringyouout, old man.”
“Old man, huh? Well, we’ll see about that when we get back to the room.”
She smirks before turning her attention back to her menu.
Sheila returns a few moments later with our drinks and we order our food. Quinn, opting for the safe option of a cheeseburger, and I for the steak and fries.
My eyes wander out into the street where I spot the small movie theatre that my grandpa used to take me to visit almost every time I came here. According to the sign above the entrance, the movie they’re playing tonight isPretty Womanand I just happen to know it’s one of Quinn’s favourites, seeing as it is one of only five movies she has on DVD.
“You want to go see a movie later?” I ask.
“Absolutely. What movie are we seeing?”
“Well, the theatre over there,” I nod my head in the direction, “is playingPretty Womantonight. It starts in a little over an hour. It could our first official date.”
“Oh my God, it hadn’t even occurred to me that we haven’tactuallybeen on a date yet.”
I reach across the table and take her hands in mine. “Quinn, would you like to go on a date with me?”
Her cheeks redden slightly, and she gives me the most beautiful smile. “I’d love to.”
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After we’ve eaten, we make our way across the street and buy our tickets at the box office before heading inside. We take our seats on the back row of the theatre, there’s probably a dozen and a half others besides Quinn and I in the screening.
“So, why this town? Why did you bring me here?” Quinn asks.
“I used to come here as a kid. Tori and I would spend a couple of weeks here every year during the summer, and sometimes over Easter and Christmas. Our grandparents lived about a five minute drive away. I love this town. I always imagined living here one day, sometimes the city seems too loud, too crowded.”
“It’s nice here, thank you for bringing me. Is their house still there?”
“Yeah it’s still there. I don’t know who owns it now, my grandpa died when I was twelve and then my grandma when I was eighteen.”
“We could go, you can take me to all the places that was special to you back then.”
“Won’t you get bored?”
“I could never get bored of being with you. I’d love to see what you enjoyed doing when you were younger.”
That makes me smile, and I lean over, pressing my lips to hers, just as the lights in the theatre dim and the screen comes alive.
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, my hand comes to rest on Quinn’s thigh and she places her own hands on top of mine, lacing her fingers through mine. My hands itch to move higher, to touch her, but I force myself not to, to just sit here and enjoy the movie.
