Her date gave her something to look forward to all day. Her first client was impossible to please. The second wanted more than she could afford. The only thing that got her through was thinking about the date.
So far they weren't serious. She'd had limited contact with him. Other than the times he brought her home, which they didn't talk, and her birthday, which he was pining after her sister. Alas, she figured she'd give him a chance anyways.
"One check please," Wilson said to the waitress at the end of their dinner. The waitress looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry about it hon," she said sweetly, "Mrs. Brandon and her guests are always on the house." Wilson looked across the table at Brooke and she smiled, "Thank you Misty." Brooke said dismissing the waitress.
"Well," Wilson said, trying to recover, "I have one more surprise for you. A short walk." Any other time, Brooke would have been scared, after all, even though they had had run ins in the past and they just spent an hour eating, she hardly knew him, but for some reason she felt like she could trust him. So she did. She followed him a bit before speaking, "Should I have warned you I own the diner?" Brooke finished. He looked across the space separating them, shocked.
Wilson stopped walking in front of a place all to familiar to Brooke. The Junkyard. "It's where we first met," he said chuckling. Brooke looked at him and smiled, she remembered very well. "Oh I remember. I remember the lectures too," she said turning to face him.
"Sorry about those," he whispered swallowing hard. He his heart pounded on his chest. And it didn't help that she seemed to be inching closer. Wilson wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. To feel her skin on his finger tips.
He turned his gaze away from her to get a grip on himself. It was true, he'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted her. What shocked him the most was he didn't feel lustful for her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but it was perfectly content to just stand there with her. To be in her company.
Brooke took a deep breath, pulling his attention back to them. The night was getting chilly and the stars were starting to shine in the cloudless sky. He wasn't sure why he brought her here. He knew he didn't want anything from her. Nothing more than the time she had already given him tonight, and he sure as hell wasn't going to spill all his secrets.
"What are you thinking?" She said closing more of the space between them. "It's getting cold," Wilson said automatically before regretting it. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to say the lamest thing he could think of. "It is," Brooke giggled before leaning into and kissing him lightly on the mouth.
Brooke pulled away and it was over as quickly as it began. He couldn't help to wonder if she could see him blushing in the dim lights. "I better go," She said, breaking the moment and smiling, "I've meetings with clients at the ass crack of dawn."Wilson was speechless as she darted away from him and disappeared behind piles of metal.
((I have date images on my other computer, but I havent had the time to move them. I want to go ahead and post this though. So Maybe i'll add them later.))
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