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Romantic: Blind Date (6/8)
13 votesAuthor: Matthew Haldeman-Time Published: 11/6/2006 story views: 1645
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failure. Technically, it hadn’t been a marvelous success, but he was curious about Shawn, and attracted. Definitely attracted. “I’ve been having a good time.” After all the long hours he’d been dreading this date, was he really about to do this? “You can pay if you want to, but only if you agree to see me again.”
Shawn stared at him.
Just to see how long it would take, Ryan counted in his head. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand…
Shawn was chewing on his lower lip.
…ten one thousand, eleven one thousand…
Shawn stopped chewing.
…seventeen one thousand, eighteen one thousand… God, he was hot.
Shawn blinked.
…twenty-one one thousand, twenty-two one thousand…
“I can do better,” Shawn said. “I’m not very good with people, I’m not. But I, if you talk to me while I’m working, I can do better.”
“While you’re working?” Ryan asked.
“All finished here?” the waitress asked, coming over and reaching for their plates.
“Yes, thank you,” Ryan said. “Do you want dessert?” he asked Shawn.
“May I have some paper, please?” Shawn asked her. “Do you have some paper and a pen?”
“I might,” she said, taking their plates. “Let me see.”
Ryan pushed his glass aside. “I’ve been having a good time,” he told Shawn again. “You’re a very interesting person.”
“Thank you,” Shawn said, turning red and rubbing his thumb over his temple. “Thank you, you’re, I like you, too.”
The waitress returned with a pen and a short stack of printer paper. “Here you go,” she said, leaving the bill. “Have a nice night.”
“Thanks,” Ryan said.
Shawn uncapped the pen and started to write at the top corner of the first sheet of paper. With short, neat strokes, he created an elaborate equation. And then he began to solve it.
Ryan watched for a moment. Shawn was working steadily but without great speed. Obviously it wasn’t taking a lot of thought on his part; he seemed to be working on automatic. But he wasn’t rushing it, either. It seemed like he was simply practicing an easy exercise in something he enjoyed.
“Can we talk now?” Ryan asked, when Shawn was halfway down the page.
“About anything you want,” Shawn said without looking up.
Surprised, Ryan studied Shawn’s face more closely. His voice had been calm, casual. Conversational. Relaxed. Normal. His face was at ease, his attention on his work. “Anything?” Ryan asked.
“What do you do when you’re not making people look good?” Shawn asked.
Ryan smiled. He wanted to touch the hair falling across Shawn’s forehead. “I watch TV, I take up all of Tim’s time, and I water my plants.”
“Watering plants is a hobby?” Shawn asked, a slight smile curving the corner of his lips.
That smile. Ryan had to get a second date. “I have a lot of plants. Twenty-six of them in one apartment.”
“Twenty-six?” Shawn asked. “How big is your apartment?”
“Two bedrooms. It gets a lot of light.” He couldn’t believe how easily, how smoothly conversation was flowing now. Shawn sounded calm and genuinely interested.
“I hope so,” Shawn said. “What kinds of plants?” He flipped the sheet of paper over and started on the second side.
Shawn stared at him.
Just to see how long it would take, Ryan counted in his head. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand…
Shawn was chewing on his lower lip.
…ten one thousand, eleven one thousand…
Shawn stopped chewing.
…seventeen one thousand, eighteen one thousand… God, he was hot.
Shawn blinked.
…twenty-one one thousand, twenty-two one thousand…
“I can do better,” Shawn said. “I’m not very good with people, I’m not. But I, if you talk to me while I’m working, I can do better.”
“While you’re working?” Ryan asked.
“All finished here?” the waitress asked, coming over and reaching for their plates.
“Yes, thank you,” Ryan said. “Do you want dessert?” he asked Shawn.
“May I have some paper, please?” Shawn asked her. “Do you have some paper and a pen?”
“I might,” she said, taking their plates. “Let me see.”
Ryan pushed his glass aside. “I’ve been having a good time,” he told Shawn again. “You’re a very interesting person.”
“Thank you,” Shawn said, turning red and rubbing his thumb over his temple. “Thank you, you’re, I like you, too.”
The waitress returned with a pen and a short stack of printer paper. “Here you go,” she said, leaving the bill. “Have a nice night.”
“Thanks,” Ryan said.
Shawn uncapped the pen and started to write at the top corner of the first sheet of paper. With short, neat strokes, he created an elaborate equation. And then he began to solve it.
Ryan watched for a moment. Shawn was working steadily but without great speed. Obviously it wasn’t taking a lot of thought on his part; he seemed to be working on automatic. But he wasn’t rushing it, either. It seemed like he was simply practicing an easy exercise in something he enjoyed.
“Can we talk now?” Ryan asked, when Shawn was halfway down the page.
“About anything you want,” Shawn said without looking up.
Surprised, Ryan studied Shawn’s face more closely. His voice had been calm, casual. Conversational. Relaxed. Normal. His face was at ease, his attention on his work. “Anything?” Ryan asked.
“What do you do when you’re not making people look good?” Shawn asked.
Ryan smiled. He wanted to touch the hair falling across Shawn’s forehead. “I watch TV, I take up all of Tim’s time, and I water my plants.”
“Watering plants is a hobby?” Shawn asked, a slight smile curving the corner of his lips.
That smile. Ryan had to get a second date. “I have a lot of plants. Twenty-six of them in one apartment.”
“Twenty-six?” Shawn asked. “How big is your apartment?”
“Two bedrooms. It gets a lot of light.” He couldn’t believe how easily, how smoothly conversation was flowing now. Shawn sounded calm and genuinely interested.
“I hope so,” Shawn said. “What kinds of plants?” He flipped the sheet of paper over and started on the second side.
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| timmy1234 | Posted: 2007/10/2 20:17 Updated: 2007/10/2 20:17 |
Virgin   Joined: 2007/7/20 From: albury Posts: 2 |
 blind datei Really hope theres a sequel to this shawn is such an intreiging character
. this is on of your better works
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| PoisonxSupplied | Posted: 2006/11/9 22:00 Updated: 2006/11/9 22:00 |
Virgin  Joined: 2006/7/28 From: Posts: 3 |
Loved It Will there be more?
I hope so.
It was a really good story.
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