Michael Latta - I’m Not Really Like That
A/N: Two Latts in a row! Love it.
Warnings: None… but unedited, kind of.
“It’s going to be fine. I’m sure you’ll wind up having an amazing time. He’s a great guy.” My best friend and roommate Ashley said as she stood in my doorway, watching me get ready.
I was about to go on a date… my first date in 3 years. I had dated a professional football player for 2 years, until one day he just up and left. I thought I had found the one. After I caught him cheating, I had completely sworn off dating professional athletes. But somehow, this Michael Latta character had convinced me to give him a chance.
“I don’t know, Ash. I haven’t done this in so long. I don’t even know how to talk to guys anymore let alone how to act on a date.” I whined as I spritzed my hair with some spray.
“Oh, I think he’s here. Quit you’re complaining, you’ll have a great time.” She said as she walked away.
“Ugh” I groaned as a tripped slipping on my shoes. I walked down the hallway and opened the front door right as Michael was walking up the front steps.
“Oh, sorry, you didn’t have to come to the door! Sorry I’m running a little late.” I choked out as I zipped up my jacket and shut the front door behind me.
“It’s okay, really. But, hi, how are you?” Michael said with a laugh, holding out his arms for a hug.
“Good, and you?” I asked as I hugged him, trying to calm myself down.
“Good.” He said with a gentle smile, leading me to his car. “I’ve been crazy busy with practice, so I didn’t get to plan anything extravagant for tonight. You okay with just going to grab some dinner?”
“Of course!” I said with a nervous smile as I climbed into the passenger seat of his Mercedes SUV.
Luckily Michael had gone off on a tangent about hockey, so there wasn’t much time for me to speak and embarrass myself.
“So, enough about me, tell me more about you.” Michael said as we sat down at our table at the restaurant.
“Well, there’s not much to know. I really gave up most of my independence for my last relationship and…” I began, and then shook my head. “Sorry, that’s not really something you talk about on the first date.” My face turned a nice shade of red as I sunk into my chair, unable to look him in the eyes.
“No, it’s okay. Really.” He answered with that gentle, comforting smile of his. “Maybe just start with the simple stuff. You know, where you’re from, what your family is like, that kind of thing.”
“Okay, right. Well, I’m from-“ I began, but was interrupted by the server coming over to take our drink orders. I exhaled loudly… loud enough to catch the eyes of both Michael and the server. Great.
“Miss, what can I get for-,” The server started, but my nerves interrupted him.
“Martini. Please. Something strong.” I said quickly.
“Oh, Okay… and for you sir?” The server said, shooting me a weird look.
“I’d prefer a glass of wine, bring me a dry red?” He asked. The server nodded and walked off.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Michael asked. He caught me picking my nail polish off and breathing heavy.
“Um, yeah. I’m good.” I said, playing with my hair.
“Look, I know what happened. I know what happened to you before, and I know it’s difficult to put yourself out there after experiencing something like that. But, I’m really not like that. I think you’re beautiful and you deserve the absolute best out of a man.” He said, reaching his hand out across the table to grab mine.
“Can we start over?” I said with a gentle smile, taking a deep breath and beginning to feel more comfortable.
“I had an amazing time tonight, thanks for calming me down before.” I told Michael as he walked me to my front door.
“Yeah, absolutely. Can I see you again soon?” He asked as he pushed some stray hairs out of my face.
“Yeah, I think that would be okay.” I laughed as I looked at the ground shyly.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said as he kissed me quickly.
“Night.” I said with stars in my eyes as I bit my lip and watched him walk off.