[chapter five]
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~Shea's POV~
That was quite possibly the stupidest I've ever acted in front of a guy.
I sounded like an idiot.
A hungry idiot.
Slick, Shea. Very slick.
But that was yesterday. Hopefully he's forgotten all about me by now. And will never come in here again and I won't blush like a four year old. And stuff.
"Ouch! Dammit!" I yelp as I bump my head on the corner of the counter as I struggle with a box of cups I need to unpack.
"You okay?"
Oh god. This is so not happening to me.
I sigh and straighten and look directly into Jimmie's dancing eyes. "Hi." I say, wanting to curl up and die.
"Hi." He says with a smile. "You okay?" He asks again, his face turning into a look of concern as he eyes my head.
"Yeah. Do it all the time."
"Get workman's comp?"
"They haven't filed my claim yet. Apparently repeated bangings of the head indicates that the problem is my depth perception and not the height of this damn counter."
He's laughing. He's so beautiful when he laughs.
Note to self: make Jimmie laugh. A lot.
"I have something for you."
I almost choke. "You do?" I squeak.
"Mm-hm." He says, pulling a hand from behind his back. "I hope you like ham." He hands me a paper bag and I take with, eyeing it with curiosity.
"Um … ham?"
"I made you a ham sandwich. And a bag of chips. And a cookie. Well, I didn't make the cookie or the chips, but I picked them out." Jimmie says. "Does that count?"
He brought me a sacked lunch.
Why?
"You said you didn't eat lunch yesterday. I didn't want you to faint from hunger. Or bang your head from lack of nutrition." Jimmie says with a shy smile, answering my unverbalized question. "You can throw it out after I'm gone if you want."
Oh hell no.
"Thank you, Jimmie. But you didn't have to do that … I mean, I'm totally capable of … "
"Shea?"
"Yes?"
"I wanted to."
"Oh."
"I want to do something else too."
"What?"
"I want to ask you out to dinner next week." He says quietly.
"Why?" I say before I realize the word is out of my mouth.
"Because I like you. You make good coffee. And you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."
Oh.
Oh wow.
Oh my god wow.
"Um … "
"Monday night? What time are you off work? I can pick you up at home … "
"No!" I say quickly. "I mean, um … why don't you just meet me here. Around 7?"
He looks at me quizzically but nods with a smile. "Okay, here at 7 on Monday. You sure?"
"Mm-hm." Is all I can manage.
"See you then, Shea." Jimmie says as he turns to go. "I got oatmeal raisin. It's my favorite."
Mine too.