Dating Him

A year after we started hanging out, I ran into him at a skating rink. He elegantly dashed around the place, occasionally dancing and twirling with the music. When a kid stumbled, he was one of the first people there, quickly giving them a hand and making sure they were alright before skating off. I just kinda watched him for a while. I called his cell phone, and he skated off the floor to check who it was. After seeing the name, he picked it up.

"Kyle here." "Hey Kyle, it's Annie. Wanna go on a date?" "Sure, when?" I smiled mischievously. "How about right now?" I skated towards him. "Can't, my lunch hour ends in thirty minutes. How's saturday sound?" I tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and I end the call. He lowered his phone in shock. Quickly recovering, he smiled. "I guess now works fine." He says, and I laughed. "Good thing I ran into you then." I reply. He stepped onto the skating rink and offered me his hand. I took his hand, and he pulled me to the center of the rink. A slow music turned on, almost as if by magic. He began to spin around me slowly.

I smiled and let him spin around me. As the music began to pick up, I crossed our hands. Letting go of one hand, we were sent into a spiraling wave of dizziness. He slowed himself down, letting my hand go slowly. I went forward and paused, then I let myself move backwards, as if I was magnetised by him, grabbing his hand as I passed. He let himself be pulled along, and I noticed everyone had left the rink to let us dance. Once we returned to the middle, I twisted myself into his arms and fell into them. He smiled at me, and spun. As he crouches, he lifted me ip by my waist so I wouldn't hit the ice. The song started playing its last notes as he stood back up, pulling me in for a kiss.

He slowly set me down as we kissed, and the cheers surrounded us as the moment ended, bringing us back to reality. He blushed, obviously uncomfortable with all of this attention. I waved both ways, dragging him off the rink. He slowly waved as well. When we stepped out of the rink, we're surrounded by people unsteady on their feet, struggling to walk in roller skates. I answered a few questions, and got the crowd to disperse. We walked over to his table. "Thanks." Kyle said. "No problem, I'm used to a lot of attention." "Really? Why?" "I wrote Sugarbell and Sweetheart." "Aren't those the two most popular romance novels?" He asked. "I had to appear on a few talk shows because of them." Kyle looks down when he heard that.

He looks up. "Are you out of my league?" Kyle asks seriously. "That was random." I replied. "Maybe a little." He smiles sheepishly. "I don't believe anyone is out of anyone's league, if you've met them, you have a chance." He smiled at my serious reply. "Speaking of which…" I said as I looked at Kyle's neon sign. "What's up?" "What's my sign say now?" He looked at an area near my head. His eyes widened. I laughed, and he joined in. He looked me in the eyes, kneeling down. "I know this isn't the best place to ask, but will you date me with the intent of marriage?" "Gladly." I smiled widely, glancing at the sign that now says 'Fiance Material.'