“A mock date?”
“Yes. You and me. Not a real date, not a romantic date, of course, but a training opportunity for you to get some behind the wheel experience without the crash and burn risk.”
He laughed. “Do you come with an air bag?”
A smile worked its way out. He could totally be salvaged and I was going to be the one to do it. “See? That’s kind of funny. You have the raw material, Griffin, you just need to learn to relax. Are you relaxed talking to me on the phone?”
“Yes. But you’re my coach. You’re safe.”
“All women are safe. Just imagine us in our underwear, you know like you do when you’re about to give a speech?”
“I’ve never given a speech.”
“Never? How can that be?”
I can hear his shrug through the phone. “Luck?”
“That might be part of the issue. You have performance anxiety.” I twisted the phone cord around my finger smiling, wondering if he’d take my slightly suggestive bait. Did he even have an innuendo radar?
“I might have a list of issues as long as your arm, but that’s not one of them.”
“Dating is a performance.”
“Dating is selling. It’s not the actual performance.”
“There won’t be any performing if you don’t sell any tickets.”
“Maybe I’m an underground cult phenomenon.” I detected a smile in his voice. Were we flirting? This was good if we were, if it was intentional on Griffin’s part, that is.
“You mean like the Rocky Horror Picture Show?” I freed my finger from the cord and rewrapped it.
“Yes, only without the props.”
That was definitely flirting. He had to be smiling. If he wasn’t smiling, I’d be worried. Maybe I’d ask him. Later.
“Do you like props, Griffin?” Ha! And she serves her kill shot!
“I have been known to engage a prop or two.”
Just passed the 50% mark (>25,000 words) for NaNo. Not sure how long this story will be but I’m shooting for around the 50k range so I hope to finish the first draft during NaNo. More from this story in the weeks ahead!!
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