06-14-2014, 12:23 AM
She laughed at his little joke. It was dumb anyway. And maybe- just maybe- it had also been an invitation. At least a little bit. No matter. She did smile at him in a way that did get his blood racing. Then she looked out the window.
She gave the location of her apartment and then said with a sheepish grin, “I hope it’s not too far out of your way. Thank you for this. My ride was indisposed.”
He wondered if her ride was a boyfriend. I hope not. To her he smiled and said, "It's not a problem. That's a pretty fair distance to walk at 1 in the morning in the snow. I'm glad you let me give you a ride."
For a moment there was silence. Now that the tension was gone, he started to feel a bit unsure. But he decided to not let the quiet go too long. It would only make things awkward. And even if he said something dumb, he could play it off as making fun of himself.
"That's not a bad place to live, down by the river."
He thought about those times growing up when his family would take a special trip to go down to the river and spend a Sunday afternoon. Mother would pack a lunch of meatballs, cold okroshka soup, pirozhkis stuffed with beef or eggs. They'd run around and follow the river, throwing rocks and just having a great time. He loved it. "I used to spend a lot of time down there myself. My family used to take my brother and sister and me down there pretty regularly. The paths along the river are a lot of fun."
He paused, thinking back to all of that. He needed to call his parents. He missed them. "Those were good times,"
he said quietly. Then he looked at her. "Do you get down there often?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 14 2014, 08:40 AM.
She gave the location of her apartment and then said with a sheepish grin, “I hope it’s not too far out of your way. Thank you for this. My ride was indisposed.”
He wondered if her ride was a boyfriend. I hope not. To her he smiled and said, "It's not a problem. That's a pretty fair distance to walk at 1 in the morning in the snow. I'm glad you let me give you a ride."
For a moment there was silence. Now that the tension was gone, he started to feel a bit unsure. But he decided to not let the quiet go too long. It would only make things awkward. And even if he said something dumb, he could play it off as making fun of himself.
"That's not a bad place to live, down by the river."
He thought about those times growing up when his family would take a special trip to go down to the river and spend a Sunday afternoon. Mother would pack a lunch of meatballs, cold okroshka soup, pirozhkis stuffed with beef or eggs. They'd run around and follow the river, throwing rocks and just having a great time. He loved it. "I used to spend a lot of time down there myself. My family used to take my brother and sister and me down there pretty regularly. The paths along the river are a lot of fun."
He paused, thinking back to all of that. He needed to call his parents. He missed them. "Those were good times,"
he said quietly. Then he looked at her. "Do you get down there often?"
Edited by Ivan Sarkozy, Jun 14 2014, 08:40 AM.