Finding my way "home"

"So where are we going?", I asked him as we took off.

"I know this great place with the best coffee in the city."

"Must be some place really amazing", I thought to myself.

The best part of the evening so far? He opened the door for me. Nothing more attractive than I guy with manners. Jerk sold separately...

"What are you listening to?", I asked switching on the radio when a Lana Del Rey song came on, Summertime sadness to be exact.

"That's not mine", he said sounding a bit embarrassed.

"Sure it isn't... I like her music too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's... Different. Her music is like Bruce Springsteen in Miami."

Is it totally weird that I know who that is? My dad used to listen to his music a lot. Logical but still scary...

He looked at me in complete astonishment.

"What?", I asked curiously.

"It's just that, by your actions, you just don't strike me as the type of person who listens to Lana Del Rey."

"Never judge a book by it's movie."

"You always have an answer for everything, don't you?"

"You'll get used to it... Eventually."

Neither one of us spoke the rest of the way, instead we were both swept away by the flawless voice of Lana Del Rey.

A fairly skilled driver, Marc navigated the roads with such ease and grace that I allowed myself to relax enough to close my eyes a bit. I felt warm... Safe.

I was a bit disappointed when we came to a stop.

"Are you serious? How did you know?", I asked sounding a little too excited.

"No way, you love McDonalds too?"

"I'm addicted to their iced coffee."

"Well let's go in then ", he said getting out of the car.

We ordered some coffee, went to the upper floor and got a table.

His face was sharp and angular and his eyes glistened as he smiled at me...

"So tell me more about the story of Marc", I said taking a sip of my coffee.

"Well, I work for an architectural company called GM Architects and I basically lived here my whole life. I enjoy cooking and in my twenty-five years I've never had coffee with someone with such substantial lips as yourself."

"Shut up, you are so not twenty-five. Oh and by the way, you kinda make my lips sound like a mammoth."

"How old do you think I am?", he asked with the most adorable look on his face,"and what I meant to say was, you have very sensual lips."

He looked like he could be in college, right? Oh God, I'm asking you... What a geekan thing to do!

"Why thank you and I'd say you look about twenty-two... ish."

"That's very sweet but I'm definitely not your age."

"You think I'm twenty-two?"

"You're not? Wait a minute, how old are you?"

"I turned eighteen two weeks ago."

"Are you serious?"

"Oh I see... So I compliment you by saying you look younger and then you insult me by saying I look older... I'm already regretting having coffee with you right now", I said with the "disappointment" clearly visible on my face.

"No I didn't mea-"

"God, you're such a girl", I said cutting him off," I actually get that a lot. It's the facial hair."

"It makes you look immensely handsome", he said looking straight into my eyes.

"Why thank you good sir", I replied looking into those smouldering eyes of his.

In the middle of my Marcasm, I realised we were staring at each other for what seemed like forever and I looked away.

"So you enjoy cooking?", I asked him, desperately trying to change the subject.

"I do. It's something my mom and I used to do when I was growing up."

"That's sweet", I said taking a sip of my coffee.

"Do you have any skills in the kitchen?"

"What me? Pfff yeah... I cook all the time."

"Really?"

"Oh God no... It's embarrassing but I'm hopeless when it comes to cooking. If I had my own cooking show, it would be called: 'Do you smell something burning?'

He gave me a heart melting smile and took a sip of his coffee.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. What was the most unsuccessful thing that you cooked and messed up?"

"I don't really have a lot of those because I'm not under some false pretence that I can cook, because I know I can't. But this one time I managed to burn my Coco pops in the microwave."

"You know there's a difference between heating and cooking right?"

"Shut up."

"Come on, that was funny."

"It was kinda funny. My dad said it tasted better than my mom's cake without knowing she was standing right behind him. Guess who celebrated his birthday without cake the next year?"

"The poor guy."

"Sooo , uh, are you single?", I asked playing with the lid of the disposable coffee cup.

"Yes. I am", he said shifting his focus from his coffee to me.

He's single? Is he like gay or something?

"Why is that?"

"Call me old-fashioned but I don't want a hit-and-run relationship. Most of the guys I meet are only interested in one night stands and I'm not into that kind of thing. I actually want to spend the next day getting to know the guy rather than waking up to an empty bed."

Is this guy for real? He should be the poster child for romantic comedies.

We continued talking for a while about everything that came to mind. About three cups of coffee later I noticed it was 1:15 am.

"I really should be getting home", I said looking at my cell phone.

"Yeah it's getting a bit late", he said looking at his watch and standing up.

The drive back to the club was silent, again, not awkward just comfortable. When we arrived at the club there were still a lot of people. We got out and he followed me to my dad's car.

"I had a really great time tonight", I said fishing for the key in my pocket.

"I had a great time too, we should do this again sometime."

"I would like that."

"Give me your number and I'll call you", he said taking his phone out of his pocket.

Again... genius. Why didn't I think of that? I gave him my phone number , said goodbye and climbed into the car when I suddenly realized I was still wearing his jacket. I jumped out of the car and ran to him.

"Hey, you forgot your jacket."

"Keep it", he said giving me his trademark handsome smile, "gives me an excuse to see you again."

By show of hands, who thought that was cute? Yeah, I think so too.

He stepped a little closer and pulled me in for a cuddle.

"I could get used to this too", I thought to myself.

"Goodnight Keegs", he said giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight", I replied.