"Yeah. I'd like that," she said. She couldn't refuse such a sweet request. She was melting into a puddle. Time to hang up, Mandy.
"Thanks. I'll talk to you soon."
"Thanks for calling. Bye." She hung up the phone. She was a puddle on the floor over a phone conversation. How was she going to manage dinner with him? **** An early January date was the exact opposite time of year that Kip's first date with Mandy had been. It was a warm Saturday in June, Kip drove over to Mandy's and picked her up just after lunchtime. It was a bit of a habit they'd gotten into.
She came out of the house in jeans and a t-shirt. He looked down at his own shorts. It was hot out today, unusually so for June, which made shorts wearing all that more important. He crossed his arms as she stepped onto the porch where he was waiting. "Where are your shorts?" he demanded.
Mandy blinked up at him for a moment. Then she looked down at her chosen outfit, which he had to admit she looked darned pretty in. "No one wants to see me in shorts, Kip." She started to move around him.
"It's far too hot for jeans, Mandy. And you are gorgeous, showing some skin won't hurt my image of you." He stopped her in front of him with two hands on her folded arms. He gazed into her brown eyes, which had hidden depths and had to admit he was a bit enamoured.
She bit her bottom lip. "I'm not going back into change now. Let's go. I will wear shorts next time it's warm."
He shook his head, but let go of her arms. He threw his arm over her shoulder. She shied away a little from his touch, it was getting to be less each time. "Let's go. I have an idea." She didn't ask what his idea was as they walked to the car. He opened the passenger door for her and closed it after she was in. His red mustang, his prize for making the provincial team the previous year.
He got in the driver's seat and headed for downtown. "Where are we going?" Mandy finally asked.
"I thought you'd never ask. But I'm not going to tell you." He winked at her and she blushed, which made her look even prettier than usual.
He was getting to the point of pathetic longing for this girl. He was planning on waiting for her to feel at ease around him, but it seemed she was never going to relax in the way he hoped for. It was time to make a move.