Seeing as how you've got nothing in mind as to what to do, you say, "I have no idea what I want to do. What do you do around here for fun?"
"You don't want to know," she says sheepishly.
"No, really," you chide her, "what do you do around here for fun?"
"You wouldn't like it, you'll think I'm a nerd or something," she says, turning a deeper shade of red.
"Aww, come on, I'm open minded," you say, quickly adding in your best deadpan, "I promise I won't laugh."
She lets her breath out, defeated in her own way, "All right, but remember, you promised not to laugh."
"Scout's honor," you say.
"All right, but close your eyes," she says with a mischevious grin.
Giving in, you do, putting your hands over your eyes in a cartoonish manner that gets her to giggle a bit. It's about another fifteen minutes of driving, you feel the car rock at every turn, while Andi remains silent. Is she apprehensive? Is she just quiet? It could be either way as much as you figure. Either way, she drives with determination and certain speed. Then, after the car comes to a stop, she says, "All right, we're here."
Taking your hands from your eyes, you see where you are, "The Family Fun Center?"
It's definitely a family place, not quite the romantic date spot you were expecting in the back of your mind. Dozens of parents, kids and random teens amble about, through the arcade, the batting cages, the go-carts, and of course who can forget the mini-golf. It's a mix of new lights and beat up buildings, a hold-over from the 80's for sure, but it's a nice enough place as it is, even with the cartoon animals and pirates drawn on the walls.
"Yeah," she admits, blushing horribly, "the other girls spend their Friday nights partying and painting the town red, I spend mine playing miniature golf or at the batting cages. So, am I a complete nerd?"
She is looking cuter than ever with a deer-in-headlights look on her face, but her smile is hard to beat.
"I don't think you could be a nerd if you wanted to be," you say.
"Awww, that's sweet," she says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well shucks ma'am," you say with your best faux cowboy voice, "just doin my job."
"Keep it up," she says, "it could take you far."
The pair of you exit the car, she takes the lead, "I don't make any promises, but I swear this place has the best corn dogs in town and the only batting cage that doesn't aim for the face."
She giggles and smiles at the same time, taking your hand and leading the way. |