I contemplated whether or not I wanted to go back to the bar. On one hand, I was afraid that the same scenario might happen where someone might grope me again. I wouldn’t mind if it was Storm though. What the hell! Did I just say that? On the other, I had this nagging feeling that I should come back. The latter won.
I was a bit early when I arrived, and I wasn’t sure if I should wait in the car or just go inside. So, I sent Dakota a message to let her know that I’m already outside. To my surprise, a different number replied.
Storm: Amara, it’s me Storm. Dakota is still at home, but I’m here. You can come in if you want.
My heartbeat sped up about 50 miles per hour.
Me: That’s okay, you might be busy I can just wait out here. I don’t want to bother anyone.
It’s not that I didn’t want to see him or be around him, it’s just that I don’t know how to talk to him which is not normal because I always have things to say no matter who I’m talking to. Also, I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of him again, so I’m just not going to go in there. I don’t care much about what guys think of me, but Storm’s different. Somehow it makes me think that I need to make a good impression.
When he didn’t reply, I felt a bit disappointed which is so weird. I thought about last night and noticed the way he looked at me. It was so intense that it made me nervous, but at the same time, I felt safe. I don’t know how to explain it. I had this notion that he was willing to jump in front of a bullet for me. Maybe I’m imagining things, but that’s just how it went down. I almost jumped out of my seat when someone rapped on my window. Jesus! “Come inside!” Storm exclaimed grinning from ear to ear and let me tell you, I would give anything to see that kind of smile every minute. Seriously, everything about him is just so...striking.
As if on autopilot, I took the keys out of the ignition, grabbed my bag, and slowly opened the door. “Did I scare you? Sorry.” He stood back, hands in his pockets still wearing a smile on his face. “No, nope, I’m good,” I answered walking next to him towards the bar. “I never really got to say this last night, so I just want to say I'm really sorry about what happened last night. How are you feeling?” I don’t particularly know which part he’s sorry about, but it was sweet of him to say that. “I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks,” I replied smiling back at him.
He led me into his office saying that there’s nothing to do yet since everything has been handled earlier. There were not a lot of people at this time, so not much help is needed. He went about doing all sorts of things looking up from time to time whenever I was responding or asking questions. The conversation between us was easy flowing and the more I got to know him, the more I felt at ease. He was quite charming and funny. He told me stories about how he and Dakota used to get into trouble which was all mostly his sister’s fault. He had food brought in at some point which was heaven because I was starving.
I didn’t realize that we’ve been talking for hours. When I glanced at the clock, I was floored that it was almost 10 in the evening. I abruptly stood up. “Umm... Shouldn’t I be out there right now doing something? What do I need to do?” He looked at me like I was a madwoman. “We really don’t need help around here right now, Dakota told me. Besides, you’re not an employee so just sit down and keep me company.” Okay... “But I promised your sister that I was going to help.” He cocked his head a bit. “I personally think you're helping right now." What does that even mean? He must’ve sensed how strange that sounded so he felt inclined to explain, “You’re entertaining in a good way, therefore taking away the stress of going through these papers.”
So, that’s my job for the night? Talk to him while he tackles the pile on his desk? Whatever. I sat back down and looked around his office. All it had was the bookshelves behind him, his desk, his chair, two chairs semi-facing his desk, a coffee table about three feet from where I was seated, and a cozy loveseat behind it. Then there's the backdoor between two windows. Simple and cozy.
When it was time to head home, Storm walked me back to my car. He's quiet lost somewhere in his thoughts. "Well, this is me. Thanks for walking me out and for-"
"Do you think maybe you'd want to go out with me sometime?" I was shell shocked by his interruption. I didn't think that it's something that he'd ask at all. Me? He wants to go out with me? As in the woman version of Urkel? I rapid-blinked obviously confused. "Huh?" He smiled shyly. "I'm asking you out on a date." I wanted to ask him why and say yes at the same time, but my words caught in my throat and all I was able to do was nod at him slowly. Seriously, I need to stop humiliating myself. "Tomorrow night? Pick you up at 6?" he asked looking triumphant. "Uhuh, tomorrow, 6, got it." I did an awkward one-finger salute and got inside the car.
Storm just asked me out? I drove out of the parking lot and glanced at the rearview mirror. That just happened right, him asking me out on a date? I glanced again and he just stood there.
Is this real as in for real, real? I glanced back once more and noticed he was still standing there. I still couldn't believe what just happened. Oh my god! Storm wants to go out with me!