“Who do you think is right?” I whispered, glancing over at the couple and then looking back to John.
“I think the guy is always wrong.” He smiled.
“You’re just using first date talk to try and impress me,” I quipped.
“Is it working?”
“Maybe.” I picked the menu back up. “But you should stop stalling and pick out some rolls or whatever for me.”
John ordered some things I’d never heard of and he assured me that none of them contained raw fish. I wondered if he was just saying that they didn’t have raw fish in them so I would try them before judging.
After the sushi came and we ordered the rest of our dinner, an Asian man with a tall, red chef’s cap came up behind the grill. “Hello, hello.” He turned on the grill beneath him and pulled out a cart of different meats and spices.
“Think he always wanted to do this? Or maybe he wanted to be a doctor and just couldn’t get into med school?” John leaned over, whispering in my ear.
“It wasn’t that he couldn’t get into med school. His mother got sick and she told him he had to stay here and fulfill his destiny to work at an Asian restaurant,” I whispered, trying to keep from giggling.
“Mother knows best.” His lips tickled my earlobe and I couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape.
“Hey, lovebirds, do I have your order right or are you too busy necking to notice?” the chef asked, pointing at us with one of his cooking knives.
I snapped my head up and could feel my cheeks flush, but as usual John was as cool as a cucumber. He smiled and looked at the chef. “We weren’t necking...yet. But I’m sure we will be as soon as you’re done making our steaks.”
The hipster couple shook their heads, but I could hear Martha awwing at us again. Luckily the chef had a sense of humor, but it still embarrassed the heck out of me.
“Okay, red meat and then necking. Gotcha. You need some wine? Or music to set the mood?” he asked, playing an invisible violin on his shoulder.
“That would be great,” John said.
“I try and make the night as romantic for you as possible,” the chef said as he cracked an egg on the grill and then started humming “Let’s get it on” by Marvin Gaye.
My nights with John were always interesting.
After dinner, and after I’d been embarrassed enough by John and the chef, we got back into John’s car and instead of turning toward campus, he went the other way.
“Um, you know this is going toward the highway and not my apartment, right?”
He didn’t look at me, but smiled. “Yeah, Red, I know where I’m going.”
It hadn’t started to snow yet, but the temperature dropped enough that it looked like the clouds could just burst open and we’d have a blizzard at any moment.
“Then where are we going?” I asked.
He shook his head. “That’s a surprise. I can’t give away all of my secrets.”
“If this is a first date, shouldn’t you be like groveling to keep me happy or something?”
His smile turned into an all out grin. “How many first dates have you been on? It’s the girl that usually cares more about all that impressing shit. The guy just usually does whatever he can in hopes that he will get invited back up to her room after it’s over.”
I almost choked on my own spit and had to pound my fist against my chest. “Is that what you’re doing?”
“Red, if I wanted to get you in bed, I don’t think I’d need to take you out to dinner first.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I told you I wasn’t going to sleep with you tonight and I meant that.”
“Geez, cool down. I was just joking.” He put his hand on my knee. “Will you just enjoy your time with me and stop thinking I’m going to trick you or something?”
I blew a big puff of air out of my nose. I didn’t have an answer. At least not one that I could say out loud. I didn’t know what we were half the time. One minute I would think we were on the path to a relationship and then he’d get a lap dance from a girl or I’d do something stupid. He wasn’t like Robby, that was for sure. But it may have been my comparing him to Robby that was holding me back.
“Fine.”
I watched the landscape change out of the window. It went from the shuffle of a campus environment and the bar scene to an endless road of barren fields that had long been plowed and were just awaiting the first snow. It seemed like we traveled down the road forever, the only sound was the radio. Finally, John turned on his turn signal at an exit for a small town a few miles from Central.
“Pace? What the heck is in Pace?” I stared at the small town as it came into view. There was a little pizza place and a big antique mall, that seemed to be the big attractions. The only other thing I could see from the highway was a gas station and a Dairy Queen. I hoped his big surprise wasn’t just to take me out to ice cream.
“What? You don’t just like hanging out in the middle of the cornfields?”
“I hope you’re kidding.”
He drove past the gas station and further into the small town. It didn’t look like there was anything special. I’d only actually been there once and that was to get gas with my sister when we were on the way to Chicago. I never traveled past that gas station or anywhere else in town.
John put on his blinker and turned into a dimly lit parking lot. The building looked like a giant white slab of cement without any real markings on it. That is, until I saw a small sign when we turned around the corner that said “Iced Up Skating Rink.”
“We’re going ice skating?” I stared at the giant building. There were only five other cars in the parking lot so it didn’t look like it was too busy, even on a weekend. I guess not many people came out for small town ice skating.
“Of course we are. That’s why my skates are in the back.” He hitched his thumb toward the backseat.
I glanced back and saw a pair of red and white skates sitting on the seat. “Huh. I didn’t even notice those.”
“Well they’re my hockey skates from high school, so if you want to shoot the puck around we can do that too.”
I took a big gulp. “The last time I ice skated was in middle school. I’m not even sure I know what to do. Do you think it’s even wise for me to be moving like that after my surgery? What if I fall?”
He put the car into park and turned it off, before grabbing his skates out of the backseat. “Hopefully you should be fine.” He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers. “And if you do, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”
My fingers warmed from his touch. I knew he meant the term in the physical sense, but I was hoping he would still be there for me emotionally as well, because I was afraid I had fallen way too hard for him.
He let go of my hand and then came around the side, opening the door for me. The temperature had dropped another few degrees and I shivered as soon as I stepped out of the Jeep. Like he was expecting me to be cold, he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. “You should wear a heavier jacket, Red. It’s not summertime.”
“Maybe I’m just using it as an excuse to get close to you,” I teased.
He kissed the top of my head. “You know you don’t need an excuse for that.”
The place looked it like it was straight out of the 1970’s and hadn’t been updated since. It had light oak wood panels surrounding the rink. Painted in the middle of the ice was a globe and some other red and blue lines running down the sides of it. Bright fluorescent lights shone down from a white domed ceiling onto two girls in sequined outfits spinning around the rink. A bored looking teen with bright red freckles in a black and white striped shirt sat behind a snack counter. He barely looked at us when we walked in.
“Hey, two for skating and we need one skate rental.” John spoke to the kid smoothly, ignoring that the kid probably didn’t want to be there.
The kid pushed off the counter, like it took every bit of effort he had to walk the few feet to the register.
