Love Takes Time (Christian Romance)
downtown?”
     
    “That’s
the place.”
     
    “Whoa. 
That is way out of my normal dining experience. “
     
    Chelsea
had heard of the place but had never been there before.  It was  way  out
of her budget.  She didn’t mind having a little money spent on her though.
 From the looks of things, the other day, he certainly could afford it.
 She nodded her head in agreement while mentally trying to decipher why
such a fine specimen of a man would want to spend dinner with her in the first
place.  She was baffled by it--but she was willing to find out.  She
looked at him when she thought about something. 
     
    “It’s
not formal wear is it?  Because I have nothing in my closet that’s really
super nice looking.” 
     
    “I
mean it’s dressy but not anything too outlandish.  A nice evening wear is
fine.  If you don’t have anything, I can have something prepared for you
at a boutique downstairs and you can pick it up.  My treat.”
     
    She
giggled at his quick solution to the problem but she wasn’t going to let him
buy her dress.  All she could think of at that moment was pretty woman and
even though Julia Roberts is totally beautiful, she wasn’t looking to play that
role. 
     
    “That’s
thoughtful of you but I don’t think I should have you buying clothes for me on
our first date.  Well technically this would be even before our first
date.  I’m pretty sure I have a dress that should work.  If not, I
have a best friend that most definitely does and we’re close enough in size to
make it work.”
     
    “I
hope that didn’t offend you.”  He asked her.
     
    “No. 
Not at all.”
     
    “Good. 
I just don’t want anything to happen to stop this evening.  I’ve been
looking forward to this chance since the other day.”
     
    He
looked around and then pointed to her bag as he started walking. 
     
    “That’s
your bag right?  I remember it from the other day.”
     
    She
let out a slightly confused affirmation.  He’s a pretty aware guy to have
noticed and remembered the bag she had worn in all of the turmoil the other
day.  Her phone was sticking out of the small pocket in the side where she
always kept it.  She watched as he grabbed the phone and began to tap the
screen.  His phone beeped.  
     
    I
really should put a password on that.
     
    “There.”
 He said, before handing her phone to her.  “I have your number and
you have mine.  Now I just need to do this.  Smile.”
     
    Before
Chelsea knew it, he had taken her picture and created a profile for her on his
phone.  
     
    “ Ooooh no.  I look like garbage right now. You cannot
keep that picture.  It must be deleted immediately.”
     
    “No
can do.  Besides, I think you look more attractive right now than you can
imagine.  I want this image of you to be the one I see every single time
you call me, which I hope happens a lot in the future.  Besides, I want
something to remember you by between now and dinner.”
     
    “Right.
 Well if I’m really as pretty as you say, then you wouldn’t forget so
easily.  That means you don’t need it.”  She retorted, playfully
swatting his arm and noticing how well built he was.  She hoped her
surprise did not show.  
     
    “True.
 I doubt I would forget your face in a million years.  I definitely
won’t lose it in a few hours.  Let’s just say I was being selfish then.”
     
    “Selfish….Ok.”
     
    For
a moment they both stood in silence, smiling at each other until one of her
students shouted to her for direction.  She acknowledged the child with a
wave.
     
    “Well,
I do need to get back to my students now.  I’ll see you tonight.”
     
    “Great.
 Call me when you’re ready.  I’ll be on the other side of town before
our date so I’ll send a car to pick you up.  One of our drivers will be
calling to get directions from you, and before you say that it isn’t necessary,
it is.  I’d prefer to be there to pick you up myself but I’m

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