Over the Years (closed)

[Tanned_babe]

Date: 31st August 2015

She was unsure of whether it was the door closing, the dog barking or just knowing her husband was home safe that awoke her. Reaching instinctively for her phone, she saw it was just after 4am; two hours until it was time to rise. Nonetheless, the Scottish summer meant that dawn was about to break, causing light to sneak through the edges of the blind.

Pulling on one of, Jon's nondescript t-shirts which she had discarded before falling asleep, the mother of two made her way down the stairs of their family home; a large Victorian villa in the Morningside area of Edinburgh. The hall way still sported the odd box, indicating they had not fully settled into the home. Entering the spacious kitchen, she gave her husband a drowsy smile. "How was your, shift?" She queried, propping herself up on the kitchen work surface. Her long legs barely covered by the oversized t-shirt. Despite having just turned 38 the woman was still in pretty good shape; perhaps not quite as toned as she once was but balancing a business, two young children and a husband who worked erratic hours kept her on her toes.

The couple exchanged a brief kiss before Jon went back to fixing himself a dinner. Or an array of food; she laughed to herself. She had given up on leaving him dinner in the fridge for the later a long time ago. In fact, it was one of the first things she noticed about him- his odd solo eating habits. Tonight it was a high protein yogurt and three slices of toast with almond butter.

Having heard about his shift; multiple drunken incidents, burn victim and a particularly nasty sounding car accident which brought in three victims. Megan winced, when he recalled his evening, not that she really gave it a second thought- being with a trauma head for over 10 years meant she had become somewhat immune to her husbands work. "I'll see you tomorrow lunch time." She yawned, caressing his lightly stumbled chiseled face.

OOC: to any reader that may be interested, this thread jumps to and from key milestones in, Megan and Jon's relationship. It's very much a new style of writing for both writers, so bare with us, and constructive criticism is very welcome.

Date: 28th November 2003

Her feet, clad in a pair of Brooks Adrenaline trainers, were striking the cushioned surface of the treadmill at a pace that pushed, Megan to her absolute limit. One kilometre of this and then a two minute jog. Over and over and over. The young woman didn't had a firm target in mind, one which she was exactly 3 kilometres away from meeting. Music was blasting through her headphones, but 12km in to such a tough work out she hardly noticed. Megan hardly noticed anything, she was completely in the zone, oblivious to her battering the exercise machine was taking, the sweat causing her toned arms to glisten and her 2002 Edinburgh Marathon t shirt to dampen quite dramatically.

Running was when, Megan could forget the stress of the day; she was currently at the bottom rung of the architectural firm she had recently joined, whilst attempting to complete her last year of University in the Scottish capital. To be fair, she was doing far more than scraping by. Megan loved her job, and it showed; bagging several prestigious internships in her early 20's whilst sailing through further education. She now was doing exactly what she had set out to do; get true responsibility early on in a small firm.

"Thank God." She muttered to herself as the treadmill indicated the brunette had hot 15km, and in an hour in ten minutes. Once the nausea was passed she'd be pleased with herself. Slowing to a steady job, she look a long drink of water, wiping her face with the back of her hand after doing so. The time on the corner of one of the bulky TVs dotted around the Nuffield gym read 19.45. Megan enjoyed the routine, get up at 6am, in work for seven. Home by 6.30pm, go for a run or to the gym, eat some food and go to sleep. Obviously she socialised, once or twice a week, but nonetheless, at least she loved her job!

The treadmill beeped to a halt and, Megan, rather stiffly, stepped down and made her way over the the soft matted area to stretch off. Following 15 minutes of several compromising poses, the young woman was feeling fully human again and finishing off in a downward-facing-dog pose when she heard a familiar voice, "Flexible. I like it."

"Observant as always, Dave." She retorted flatly, without looking up from the pose. "Why are you over here and not watching yourself lift weights in the mirror?" She smiled, standing up to her full 5'8 and noticing, Dave's admittedly handsome friend.

"Form is the most important factor in weight training, young Megan." In truth Dave and Megan were around ages with each other and had a couple of failed dates. It hadn't gone very well, he was a cocky prick, to put it politely. But when you have a similar routine, then you just have to make the best of an awkward situation. "Sorry, my manners. This is, Jon, he's over from The States; improving health care relations across the pond and all that. Jon, this is, Megan."

Megan shook the American's outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you. How are you finding Scotland? I bet it's a bit colder than back home?"

"Why do we do that?!" Dave interrupted, "Always a comment about the weather. It's such a Scottish thing to do. AND," he added "it's always negative, like it's snowing outside! Snow's great." Megan looked at the young man with a mix of bemusement and frustration.

"Well... It was nice to meet you, Jon. I hope you settle in OK." She smiled a perfect smile, one that was really meant. Before turning to her acquaintance, "Dave, pleasure as always."

Once she was out of ear shot, Dave turned to his new friend and in an effort to impress said, "Don't let the frosty exterior fool you; had her screaming last week."

The arrogant med student was right about something, it was snowing. November in Scotland was never great, freezing temperatures with either sleet, snow or rain falling from the heavens most of the time. Throwing her workout gear in her Dad's old leather sports bag, Megan wrapped herself in a scarf and thick duffle coat; her latest thrifted find. Swiping her card on the gate at the exit she started on the 20 minute walk home, but not before stopping at the Sainsbury's on the corner to pick up something for dinner.

 

[Nyghtcaller]

Date: 31st August 2015

Jon walked out of the emergency room to the physicians parking lot and began the 20 minute drive home. It had been a hectic evening at the hospital and he had showered and changed clothes before heading home to his family. The last thing he wanted was to bring home any bugs to the people in his life that he loved more than anything in this world. He knew that Megan and the kids would be sound asleep when he got home but just being home with them always brightened his day. He thought briefly about the young 19 year old driver that had been involved in a three car MVC and had been brought in with multiple fractures and a hemothorax which he had promptly inserted a chest tube draining the blood and relieving the pressure inside the chest cavity. An MRI had shown a bleed in his head and the prognosis wasn't good but he was in the hands of the surgeons now.

Jon rarely talked much about work unless asked by Megan and he had this ability to keep from getting overly emotionally involved with patients. It was a tool he felt important to learn when working in a trauma center as one saw so much suffering. But it also gave him an even greater appreciation of his family and how much he cared for them.

After arriving home he made his usual rounds looking in on the kids and then slipping into his and Megan's bedroom. She was asleep of course and he just watched her for a few seconds but not to the point of being creepy. He leaned down and ever so gently kissed her forehead thanking the heavens above that he was able to return to her once more.

He went back down stairs to get his early morning protein in and was soon joined by his wife. "It wasn't quite one for the record books but pretty close", and he gave her a brief run down of the patients.

He looked over at her still in awe of her beauty after these years of marriage. "I'm the luckiest man on Earth", he thought as he ate.

When Megan gave him the little caress before heading off to get ready he watched her go, "Hey Megan you know that you are still one hot lady!"


Date: 28th November 2003

Jon Palmer rode with Dave who had been assigned as his host and guide while he was in Scotland. He had come here on a new medical exchange program between the United States, England, Scotland, France and Japan. Scotland had been his first choice mainly due to his ancestors were originally from Scotland. The other reason was that he didn't speak a foreign language and though translators would be provided he just wanted to be in an English speaking country.

The exchange program was for med school students who was on the verge of graduation to make contacts around the globe and be exposed to new ideas before starting their own practice. Jon had specialized in trauma which meant he would work in an Emergency Room or a trauma center.

He had been in Scotland all of two days and wasn't even fully settled into his apartment yet. But he had to find a place to workout and train as he was avid amateur bodybuilder though he no longer competed. He had put himself through med school by working as a personal trainer and diet coach for up and coming competitors. His host Dave also enjoyed the gym and offered to take him to where he worked out and Jon jumped at the offer. It was much colder than the gulf coast of Florida and Jon had packed his work out clothes in a small bag along with his lifting gloves and belt. He pulled on a pair of jeans along with a muscle shirt and a sweat shirt on top of that. Then he topped the outfit with a jacket.

Arriving at the gym Jon found it was actually nicer than where he had worked out at home but that was because this was more of a gym that attracted all sorts of fitness types. It was bright and shiny with tons of cardio equipment and various other machines. Jon had worked out for the last five years in a hard core bodybuilding gym that could have easily been compared to a dungeon. The place always smelled of sweat mixed with puke and graffiti covered the walls with messages such as, "Lift hard or shut up", Shut the fuck up and train", "The weight never lies 100 lbs is always 100lbs", and Jon's favorite, "I don't care if I die as long as they bury me in a big fucking box."

Jon was leading the workout and decided to train arms first as he wasn't quite ready to attack legs. He still felt a bit tired from the travel and getting everything set up in his apartment.

Beginning with biceps after a good stretching they did two warm up sets before getting in 4 working sets for the biceps. Then repeated the pattern for triceps using a combination of pyramids and drop sets during the routine. His biceps felt full of blood and were tight and he felt stronger than he had expected.

During the workout he had noticed or a better way to say it was couldn't help but notice one girl who was beautiful. It wasn't just her body which was perfectly toned and fit but she had a beautiful face. Dave noticed he was looking and slightly snickered before approaching her.

She had just come off the treadmill and was in a bit of a compromising position when Dave approached her making a comment about her flexibility. Shaking his head he joined the pair as she made a quick retort. Jon almost laughed but held it in just enjoying how this was playing out. It was obvious that Dave was trying to hit on her but just as much to impress him as anything else. She didn't seem to appreciate his attempts very much and was pretty cold towards the guy.

Dave finally got around to introducing the two of them and they shook hands politely and when Megan asked about how he was liking the weather Dave interrupted and basically became an ass once more. But Jon was barely listening as he had been captivated by a sincere smile that stopped him dead in his tracks.

It didn't take long for Dave to hasten her departure and he wanted to talk to her a bit more but she was gone.

"Yes it was great to meet you perhaps I will see you around?" He wasn't sure she had even heard him though he couldn't help but watch her go. Shaking his head Jon returned to their work out.

"Don't let the frosty exterior fool you; had her screaming last week", Dave told him. Jon looked at him unsure whether guy was serious or not.

"So your saying you had her in bed last week well you must have pissed her off at some point she doesn't seem to want a round two. But even still you are one lucky guy."

Dave didn't seem to appreciate his comment but Jon really didn't care.

"Hey man if you think you are up to go ahead I don't mind I have several other ladies that could use my attention."

Jon didn't respond but spent a few minutes posing in the mirror. Standing 6'1 and 225 lbs looking like he was only 6 weeks out of a contest he wasn't a bad looking guy. People often watched him train and this had been no different but he was used to the attention and ignored it for the most part. Satisfied that the muscles had been fully exhausted he told Dave he was going to walk the short distance home. Honestly he just needed to get away from the guy as he talked way to much. It wasn't just the talking but the guy was a little to full of himself for Jon's liking.

Needing to get in a post work out meal he began looking for a restaurant or market that would fit his needs. He found a corner super market and walked inside. Not wanting to cook he went to the dairy section and found come cottage cheese then picked up a bag of plain almonds. Looking for a bagel to get some carbs in he saw someone familiar.

He watched for a second and though she was now wearing a scarf and large coat there was no mistake. It was Megan and he hesitated only for a second.

"When I said I hoped to see you around I had no idea it would be so soon." Realizing how this might look he started to explain as he blushed slightly.

"I wasn't following you I promise I was just walking home and needed a few things as my apartment is totally empty."

A moment of silence and he had to speak before it became awkward, "I just wanted to say hi and that I'm not the same type of guy that Dave is and I hope you consider that a good thing."

He finally shut up afraid to say anymore and look like a bigger idiot than he already did.

 

[Tanned_babe]

1st December 2003

Megan, was standing in the bread isle of the small Sainsbury's with two almost identical loaves of wholewheat bread in her hand. It was that point in the day where the early morning, the hard days work and a harder workout had finally caught up with her. She was starving, and all she had to do was put some bread in the basket hanging on her arm along with the spaghetti, pre-made tomato sauce and fresh basil already in there. Contrary to what the basket may indicate, she did enjoy cooking- preparing a lot of food from scratch, but this week had been particularly hectic in the office.

The young woman was working on her first solo project; a small bespoke loft conversion and although she was being closely monitored by her seniors the pressure was on. Would her drawings be to client spec? The Edinburgh City Council would have to approve them too, and if that was a no then she'd be out of a project, or what if- Her train of thought was broken by an unfamiliar voice.

"When I said I hoped to see you around I had no idea it would be so soon. I wasn't following you I promise I was just walking home and needed a few things as my apartment is totally empty.... I just wanted to say hi and that I'm not the same type of guy that Dave is and I hope you consider that a good thing."

It took her a moment to respond, but quickly flashed another perfect smile as she looked up at the tall lean figure. "Jon, right?" She laughed at his comment about following her. "A happy coincidence. And don't worry about any death by association- I assume if you just got here you've not been totally tainted."

She glanced down at his basket, "Is your flat missed a cooker?" She joked, in reference to the obvious food groups. "Well, I guess you've covered all bases; protein, carbs and fats." She paused a second, "You just got here, right? There's a reason the I have to run, you know and it's partly because of these..." She retrieved a packet of Tunnock's Caramel Wafers from the shelf behind them. "You should try them." She smiled again, placing the pack of six in his basket.

"Anyway, I will probably see you around Nuffield, I guess. Hope you get settled in alright." It was very unlike her, but as Megan walked away she turned back to the American. Maybe it was because he was foreign, maybe it was because he was exceptionally good looking or maybe it was because he was a young guy in a strange city. "If you want someone to show you round, as in show you round the actual city, not just the strip clubs, I'm probably free on Sunday?"

The young woman had never asked a guy out before, but for whatever reason it did not feel like the weird taboo it was portrayed to. Upon his acceptance, she retrieved a business card from her purse, "I never usually get to give these out." Indicating her junior position at the firm, "My personal number is the third one down... Well, enjoy your tea."

The young woman managed to stifle a smile until she exited the corner shop, but once she was back out in the snow, Megan allowed herself a gleeful smile, feeling her cheeks redden despite the freezing temperatures.

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Having exchanged a few brief text messages the two arranged to meet outside the National Gallery. The area was bustling between there being a new exhibition opening, the Kick-off of the German Christmas Market and it being a dry crisp Sunday in the Scottish Capital. Megan fidgeted with the strap of her battered leather satchel. The rest of her outfit was quite casual; she wasn't the type of girl to dress for attention. Today she had combined a lightly patterned knee length vintage dress, which, for it not for the large duffle coat and scarf, one could see to be quite fitted around the waist. Her legs were protected from the cold by a pair of black tights and brown leather boots.

Pulling the sleeve of her coat up, she saw it was after 2pm, he was late. Until this point it hadn't crossed her mind to play it cool- turn up fashionably late. However, there was no need to worry- she had just spotted, Jon walking up the stairs from Prince's Garden. Smiling, she made her way down the stairs to meet him half way. "You found it. Sorry, I should have said how busy it got."

Having exchanged pleasantries, Megan made some suggestions as to what they may do, "We can go to a gallery or museum, walk around- go up to the castle, the gardens- that would allow you to get your bearings."

 

[Nyghtcaller]

"Tainted, no not me, Dave is rather infectious in a bad kind of way but I take antibiotics for that sort of thing." They both glanced at each others shopping cart and he hid a small smile as he eyed her food selections.

"Well my apartment, err, flat, isn't exactly set up very well for cooking yet though I do enjoy cooking. Now whether anyone enjoys eating it well that might be a different story."

"You need to run? Hmmm, I would never know it you look great but I will take your word for it as I know better than to argue with a lady."

Megan placed a packet of caramel cookies in his basket and he eyed them a bit suspiciously, "Yeah that does look like some extra time on the tread mill I hope they are worth it."

Jon kept trying to figure out a way to ask her out at least for coffee or something when she took the first step and made things easy for him.

"I would love to go anywhere you would like to take me. Strips clubs are not really my thing honestly and I'm sure your thinking, "yeah right". But seriously if I wanted to play with blow up dolls I would just go buy one for starters. But museums, castles, movies, a walk in the park, coffee, dancing in the rain or snow at the moment you name it. I suppose that sounds a bit desperate but its either go hang out with you, Dave or by myself. Given those three options it is a no brainer as I bet you clean up quite well."

The last part he meant as a total joke and hoped that she got it but decided to clarify, "That about you cleaning up well was a joke just want to make sure you got it."

After he took her card and she departed he was unable to keep from looking back at her and watching her walk away. "Wow you have a date or at least a semi date with one beautiful lady", he thought. He hummed out of tune as he shopped smiling the entire time. "Life is good at the present time", he said out loud.

That evening he had to make a few rounds at the local hospital and met with his mentor. Karen was 51 years old and had been a emergency room physician her entire career. She had a passion for trauma and loved sharing her experiences as well as her knowledge. She was also a flirt and though she was attractive for a lady her age she wasn't his cup of tea so to speak. He hoped she would not place him in a position to make things uncomfortable. But her advances were very mild and he suspected that was more her personality than an actual attempt to get romantic with him. He found the nurses to be competent and quick to assist him when asked though there were some minor difficulties in communication. Though they all spoke English some of the terminology and every day slang was quite different.

After his shift was over which only consisted of four hours he headed home and tried to set up his apartment. His mind kept going back to Megan and he also wondered if there was any truth to what Dave had claimed. He thought they might have gone out but he just didn't see her getting into bed with him.

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Jon waited till after he had gotten home to text message her and after they worked out the details they had agreed to meet. The location was the National Gallery and it took him a bit longer to arrive than he anticipated. It didn't help matters that he changed clothes three times trying to find what he thought would be the perfect outfit. He finally decided on a pair of dress jeans with a tee shirt and a turtle neck sweater over top. It wasn't a thick sweater as it was made to be form fitting without being tight. He splashed on a bit of his favorite cologne YSL and headed out.

He was worried that she might think him a no show as he hurried along. He tried to text her but for some reason his text was not going through.

He finally saw her as he approached the top of some stairs and he waved as she started moving his way.

"Yeah it is quite hectic but I was running late on my end and I do apologize as I don't like being late. As to what we do well I tell you what, why don't you show me what you find the most interesting. I honestly have no idea and if you like it then it certainly must be worth seeing. So lead on my tour guide and I will follow."

He started to give her a hug but thought it was way to early to do anything like that. In the States he probably would have and it would have been expected but he wasn't sure how the women were here.

Megan led them to the art gallery and they started in the modern section and though it really wasn't the type of art he liked it was interesting. They entered another section of the hall and the crowd became heavier and it seemed as if he might lose her. Grabbing her hand without thinking they made their way through the crowd and she didn't seem to mind the contact.

The next hall contained historical works of art and he was very intrigued by them. The paintings showed large battles from the middle ages all the way through modern times. There was one that particularly caught his eye and it was a large painting that dominated one wall. It showed a seascape with a large number of sailing ships having a battle then changed scenes. The next one showed a land battle with cannons, cavalry, and infantry troops. The next one showed the same battle field but sometime later and it was a peaceful scene with flowers but the thing that caught his eye was a lone dove perched a top of a burnt out tree with a single tear in it's eye. A bench was in front of the painting and he sat down to admire it as Megan joined him.

"That's really sad you know reminds me of my job sometimes. In the midst of things when people come in sick or injured my feelings are on a shelf almost non existent. But later when it's over and the trauma room is empty except for discarded wrappers and items that had been used, well, that's my moment to reflect. That's what I get from this painting is that the birds witness all, they fly over the sea and land and are silent witnesses to the tragedy of war. Then when it's over they are left with the outcome and that dove is shedding a single tear for what it has seen."

He looked over at Megan and realized he had been gently squeezing her hand as eh talked. He looked down and blushed letting it go, "Sorry didn't mean to get so deep and serious there."

After they left the art gallery Jon suggested they go grab a bite to eat as he was starving. "I would love to try some authentic food not something from a tourist spot but you know the places only locals know about." Megan directed them to a little family on place that had a outdoor seating area and he asked that she order something for him. They chatted and soon the conversation turned into a friendly debate between the United States and Europe. The biggest point of contention was which one had the best junk food. They began to list off different types of junk food and try and convince the other one was better or worse.

Their food arrived and it was wonderful and though Jon found the portions smaller here than what he was used to in the States he left very satisfied. The sun was starting to set and they just walked for awhile finding a nice spot to watch it slip below the horizon. As they rested shoulder to shoulder against a guard rail he Jon looked over at Megan, "Thank you for today it was wonderful but I was hoping that perhaps you would allow me to take you out one night. Maybe we could go eat then dancing or maybe I could cook for you and we could hang out and watch a movie whatever you would like to do."

She gazed at him for several seconds and then frowned like she was going to say no then she smiled widely and said, "Yes of course I would love to."

 

[Tanned_babe]

Their date really was rather perfect. Deciding to head into the National Gallery, partly for the art and partly to escape the cold the two made their way around the impressive space. Megan enjoyed being a tourist in her own city. She was proud of Edinburgh; it had beautiful architecture, a thriving economy, low crime, rich heritage, all with maintaining a somewhat bohemian vibe.

The place was pretty packed, especially the mid century wing. Here the curators had really packed the works in, including some Danish furniture what the young woman was particularly interested in. "I can't wait to get my place done up how I want it." The young woman had just moved into a flat on India Road, a particularly nice part of town. The compromise, however, was that the generous space hadn't had too much done to it over the past few decades. Not that, Megan really minded, she explained to her companion, "I think homeownership is really drummed into us, Brits. Once you own your own wee patch of the world, then you've really achieved something. And it's such an accomplishment with supply being so low."

The two walked hand in hand for a little while as they made their way past some particularly grotesque Peter Howson's. It was a bit odd- holding hands with someone you'd just met. But what struck, Megan as particularly curious, was the fact it felt so normal. She felt almost completely at ease with the American as they swapped opinions and comments regarding the pieces they passed.

Entering a generous room which housed a number of pictures from the Dutch Golden Age, Jon and Megan broke apart. The large historical works commanded time and attention, however, Megan had been in the space a number of times and had particular favourites she liked to spend time gazing at. She particularly enjoyed those depicting religious iconography. That that she was particularly spiritual, the young woman enjoyed the multiple hidden meanings in such paintings and the fact that things were never quite what they seemed.

Having spent a particularly longtime gazing at a work by, Leivens, Megan returned her attention back to, Justin. For a moment she figured he had wondered into another room, but then she located him sitting on one of the long leather benches, admiring a be nautical scene. She had removed her jacket, which now hung over her bag. Unintentionally, her trim figure was now on display. Standing at around 5'8', the brunette was quite tall, with much height being attributed in her long legs, which despite the tights and boots one should decipher to be toned.

As she sat beside, Justin her bare upper arm brushed against his and she could feel the sculpted muscle beneath his sweater. Megan listened as he compared the beautiful, yet brutal, scene before them to his job. It must be tough to see the goings on of A&E at the best of times, never mind when you have no one to talk to about tattle end of the day. She wondered if the doctors got any help regarding some of the sights they saw, but asking someone if they ever spoke to a psychiatrist was a little too personal!

Instead, she placed a soft hand on his, and listened. "Sorry didn't mean to get so deep and serious there." He concluded.

"Don't apologise. I can't imagine how stressful job must be. Thrilling I'm sure, but there's never a plan- you'll never know what each shift is going to be like." That was, Megan's idea of hell, not because of the blood or other traumatic scenes, but the thought of working without a plan. She loved a plan, to be organised, to know what was coming next, to be in a routine. It was a definite vice. "It must be very hard to deal with the families too." She queried as an after thought, reminiscing about the time her father was in a particularly nasty car accident and how the hospital staff were dealing, not only with him, but her devastated mother.

The two were getting in so well that when, Jon asked if she'd like to get some food the young woman happily accepted. "There's The Elephant Cafe, it's about 15 minutes walk from here. It's where J. K. Rowling met Harry Potter." She blushed slightly, realising that some people may find such a fact a bit lame.

Sitting outside, wrapped in layers of sweaters, scarves and jumpers, Megan ordered a few traditional dishes and two glasses of orange coloured soda. Megan smiled holding up the glass, "If you take one thing away from your trip let it be Irn Bru. And when it comes to a hangover, which if you're to have a true Scottish experience you'll have many, definitely have a bottle handy."

Finishing up at the cafe, Megan suggested the two walk down to Queen's Gardens- a lovely space which took them back to near where their date commenced. It was definitely below zero degrees now- the frost was sparkling against the tarmac pavement and their breath was visible as they continued to converse about one another. Having spoken about team sports, Megan was involved in, netball and basketball, she suggested It might be a way for him to meet a few folk. "I have a couple of friends that play Rugby." She saw a look of confusion on his face, "Oh, it's like.. It's like American Football, or football to you, but without any of the padding. You know, like a real man's kinda game." She jested nudging his arm, before resting her shoulder against his.

When he asked her out, Megan felt a flutter through her stomach. "Yeah, that sounds great. I don't think I'm ready for you to see my dancing, so let's do dinner. It would be nice to be cooked for."

There was a bit of an awkward pause before, the young woman turned to her companion and kissed his lightly stubbled cheek. "Thanks for a lovely day, I really enjoyed it."