Score My Heart // Chapter Seven

We walked out of Waverly, to the parking lot where Sidney’s silver Range Rover was parked. He opened the side door for me and I thanked him and hopped in.

“Since I don’t know much about you, how about we play 20 questions?” I asked.

“Likewise, you start” he said back, putting the keys in the ignition.

“Okay, we’ll start with the easy stuff,” I said, “Where are you from?”

“Coal Harbor, Nova Scotia. You?”

“I’m from Ottawa, born and raised.”

“Any siblings?” he asked.

“Just one, Jake, he’s 17, you?”

“I’ve got a little sister, Taylor, she’s 11”

We arrived at Kiku, a trendy looking Japanese restaurant in downtown Pittsburgh.

“Hope you like sushi,” he said.

“Love it,” I said.

We walked in the door, and the waiter seated us at a booth. Sid took my jacket and hung it up on a hook nearby. When he returned and sat down he asked,

“So, what did you think of me when you first saw me?”

“Well, uh” I looked at my feet, “I thought you were pretty cute, actually”

“Huh, that’s funny, that’s exactly what I thought about you.” He flashed me a million dollar smile, and my face completely lit up.

We talked and asked questions for what seemed like ages, he asked me things about home, and my family, little things like what my favorite movie was: Slapshot, and what my favorite artist was: John Lennon. Occasionally the odd fan would come up to him and ask for autographs, and he’d never decline. He’s always happily pose for a picture, or sign a jersey.

“So, what’s the best thing about your job?” I asked.
“The paycheck?” he joked.
“No,”’ I laughed “Seriously.”
“Seriously?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Two things, One, I get to do what I love every day, and two, the joy I see kids get just by taking a picture with them. It’s an… unbelievable feeling. They have grins on their faces from ear-to-ear, it just makes me feel like I can do anything. Like I’m Superman to them”
“Wow, that’s deep, Crosby” I said, stunned.
“It’s weird, but it just always makes me feel good when I can make someone else happy.” He said sighing.
“Is there any flaws with you?” I asked.
“You’ll have to figure that out on our second date.”
“So, you’re saying there’s going to be a second date? I must’ve done something right.”
“You have no idea,” he said, and I could feel the color coming to my cheeks.
Thank god this restaurant was dimmed, I thought.
“You have one question left,” I pointed out.
“I think I’ll save that one,” he said, grinning.

We finished our dinner, California Rolls and chicken, and headed to the car. He opened the door for me to get it, then quickly got in his side. We were on our way back to the dorm, listening to Bruce Springsteen on the radio, when I asked,
“What are you saving that question for?”
“Hm, not sure yet, but I think it’ll come in handy sometime” He said. 

And with that, he parked the car and grabbed my hand, leading me to the door of my dorm.

“So, uh, I had a great time tonight,” I managed to sputter out.
“Mm, me too.” He said leaning a bit closer to me.
“Is this, uh the awkward doorstep moment?” I asked.
“Who said anything about this being awkward?” he asked.

He grabbed my chin so that I looked directly into his deep caramel eyes, and then ever so slowly, leant in and gave me one, soft, kiss. My breath accelerated and I put my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as my heart started racing. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him, but we never once broke the kiss. After what seemed like hours, we finally pulled away.

“Goodnight, Roxy” he said, his fresh breath blowing over my face.
“N-night, Sid” I stuttered back.

I couldn’t find words to say, I was still in so much shock from the kiss, that I was shaking. My lips were tingling as if they were asking for more, and my knees were completely dead. I was spinning, and that was only the first date.