curious.”
“I’m 18. How
about you?”
“Can’t reveal
that information,” he said with a devilish grin. “But I’m older than you.”
I gave him a
dirty look. “Do you enjoy being infuriating?”
“All part of my
charm,” he said with a wink. He changed the subject and talked about music and
his favorite local bands. Deep and rich, his voice was soothing and held me
captivated. His oval-shaped face was perfectly balanced, and his classic square
jaw and strong chin made him even more appealing. My heart rate quickened, and
I scolded myself for being susceptible to his physical attributes.
“So, the Up
& Up is popular with the college crowd, and The Fairhaven hosts great live
music, but you’re gonna have to wait a few years…” he was saying.
“Jason, your
order’s up. Jason,” a lady called from behind the bus counter. I noticed she
smiled broadly when she caught his eye.
As I started to
rise, he shook his head and gestured for me to sit back down. He returned
carrying two fish baskets and an obscene amount of tartar and ketchup. My eyes
widened, and I said, “Are you nuts?”
He chuckled.
“You said you liked your condiments. I’m just trying to please the lady.”
I smiled
broadly. Another touchdown; he was good. An image of him performing a crazy
celebration dance in the end zone formed in my head, and I started laughing.
Looking totally
bewildered, he asked, “What’s so funny? Did I miss something?”
“Sorry.” I bit
my lip. “Inside joke.”
“Let me in on
it,” he said. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “Oh, come on.”
I exhaled loudly
and said, “Fine. You asked for it. Can you dance?”
He looked
confused. “I guess. Why?”
“Well, you
scored a touchdown for being such a gentleman. And of course, bringing all the
tartar sauce gave you extra points, too. I was cracking up at the thought of
you performing a crazy, touchdown dance.”
He looked at me
doubtfully. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” I shook
my head popped a French fry in my mouth. “I never kid when it comes to football.
So,” I pointed at him, “are you gonna get up and dance for me or what?” He
raised a brow, but shocked me when he jumped up and actually danced next to our
table.
I almost choked
on my food; he certainly wasn’t lacking in charisma. “Nicely done.” I clapped
my hands as he took a bow. “You appear to have another fan,” I said and nodded
towards a little girl who was jumping up and down, pointing at him.
He spun around,
but she dodged behind her mother’s skirt. “You a big Seahawk fan?” he asked
breathlessly as he sat back down.
I made a
horrible face and shook my head. “Absolutely not. I’m a Denver Bronco fan all
the way; although, if the Seahawks are playing I’ll root for them by default,
unless of course, they’re playing the Broncos. Do you like football?”
“Yeah, I enjoy
football. And yes, I’m a Seahawks fan. I’m probably a bigger soccer fan,
though. I like the Seattle Sounders and have been to a few games.”
“They’ve had
some close and exciting matches,” I agreed, swirling two fries in ketchup. “Kasey
Keller is an awesome goalkeeper. My older brother played goalie in high school,
and I always enjoyed his games. Looks like we agree on the Sounders. Now I’ll
have to convert you into a Bronco fan.”
He dunked his
fish in tartar sauce and took a bite. “We’ll see about that.” After swallowing,
he asked, “So, why are you a Bronco fan? Did you grow up in Denver or
something?”
“I wish, but
no,” I laughed. “I was watching a football game between the Broncos and the
Raiders with my dad when I was like eight years old. He was trying to explain
the rules when a Bronco player ran up to a Raider receiver and snatched the
ball out of his hands. Seconds later, he was in the end zone, celebrating a
Denver touchdown with a crazy little dance. I remember being so shocked. I
thought it was going to a penalty or
“I’m 18. How
about you?”
“Can’t reveal
that information,” he said with a devilish grin. “But I’m older than you.”
I gave him a
dirty look. “Do you enjoy being infuriating?”
“All part of my
charm,” he said with a wink. He changed the subject and talked about music and
his favorite local bands. Deep and rich, his voice was soothing and held me
captivated. His oval-shaped face was perfectly balanced, and his classic square
jaw and strong chin made him even more appealing. My heart rate quickened, and
I scolded myself for being susceptible to his physical attributes.
“So, the Up
& Up is popular with the college crowd, and The Fairhaven hosts great live
music, but you’re gonna have to wait a few years…” he was saying.
“Jason, your
order’s up. Jason,” a lady called from behind the bus counter. I noticed she
smiled broadly when she caught his eye.
As I started to
rise, he shook his head and gestured for me to sit back down. He returned
carrying two fish baskets and an obscene amount of tartar and ketchup. My eyes
widened, and I said, “Are you nuts?”
He chuckled.
“You said you liked your condiments. I’m just trying to please the lady.”
I smiled
broadly. Another touchdown; he was good. An image of him performing a crazy
celebration dance in the end zone formed in my head, and I started laughing.
Looking totally
bewildered, he asked, “What’s so funny? Did I miss something?”
“Sorry.” I bit
my lip. “Inside joke.”
“Let me in on
it,” he said. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “Oh, come on.”
I exhaled loudly
and said, “Fine. You asked for it. Can you dance?”
He looked
confused. “I guess. Why?”
“Well, you
scored a touchdown for being such a gentleman. And of course, bringing all the
tartar sauce gave you extra points, too. I was cracking up at the thought of
you performing a crazy, touchdown dance.”
He looked at me
doubtfully. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope.” I shook
my head popped a French fry in my mouth. “I never kid when it comes to football.
So,” I pointed at him, “are you gonna get up and dance for me or what?” He
raised a brow, but shocked me when he jumped up and actually danced next to our
table.
I almost choked
on my food; he certainly wasn’t lacking in charisma. “Nicely done.” I clapped
my hands as he took a bow. “You appear to have another fan,” I said and nodded
towards a little girl who was jumping up and down, pointing at him.
He spun around,
but she dodged behind her mother’s skirt. “You a big Seahawk fan?” he asked
breathlessly as he sat back down.
I made a
horrible face and shook my head. “Absolutely not. I’m a Denver Bronco fan all
the way; although, if the Seahawks are playing I’ll root for them by default,
unless of course, they’re playing the Broncos. Do you like football?”
“Yeah, I enjoy
football. And yes, I’m a Seahawks fan. I’m probably a bigger soccer fan,
though. I like the Seattle Sounders and have been to a few games.”
“They’ve had
some close and exciting matches,” I agreed, swirling two fries in ketchup. “Kasey
Keller is an awesome goalkeeper. My older brother played goalie in high school,
and I always enjoyed his games. Looks like we agree on the Sounders. Now I’ll
have to convert you into a Bronco fan.”
He dunked his
fish in tartar sauce and took a bite. “We’ll see about that.” After swallowing,
he asked, “So, why are you a Bronco fan? Did you grow up in Denver or
something?”
“I wish, but
no,” I laughed. “I was watching a football game between the Broncos and the
Raiders with my dad when I was like eight years old. He was trying to explain
the rules when a Bronco player ran up to a Raider receiver and snatched the
ball out of his hands. Seconds later, he was in the end zone, celebrating a
Denver touchdown with a crazy little dance. I remember being so shocked. I
thought it was going to a penalty or
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