Another First Date
Jordan smiled back at her date, easing herself down into the car seat. She tried to swing her legs into the car as demurely as she could; this was the first date she’d been on that the guy had insisted on opening the car door for her. He eased the door shut and then gave it a firm shove to latch it. While he jogged around the front of the hood, she smoothed her knee-length skirt over her legs. So far this had been the perfect night.
Kyle opened his own door and easily slid into the driver’s seat. “I’m so sorry about that. It’s an older car and that door’s been tricky for weeks. I really need to get it into the shop to be looked at.”
Jordan leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. “Oh, don’t apologize for being a gentleman.” She eased back in her seat and looked up at the car’s ceiling. “There are hardly any left, it seems.”
“All the better for me,” Kyle answered, turning the key and starting up the engine. He grinned. “I do hate competition.” He turned the car out of the restaurant parking lot and onto the main road. The pavement glistened from the recent rain as the tires splashed from one small puddle to the next.
“Doesn’t competition bring out the best in us?” Jordan watched the various storefronts and parking lots pass the window as the car worked its way through the college town she called home.
Kyle shook his head. “I prefer a good individual challenge. A one-on-one affair, not me versus the masses.”