It took him awhile to dry his hair and get out of the bathroom. I watched him walk around the hotel putting on his shirt, some jewelry, a pair of shoes and white rose perfume.

“Go out with me.” He said.

“What?” I almost choked with the word that came out of my mouth.

“It’s a lovely day, I have no plans, back to my old hair, and I seriously don’t want to be cooped up in this small room all day.” He looked around the room again, finding a navy blue hat and putting it on, “So let’s go somewhere.”

“Where?” I said, trying to slow down my heart beat.

He put on a bronze leather jacket and fixed up the collar, “I don’t know.”

He opened the door and gesture me to walk out first, I got up from the bed and went out the door.

We drove in the city for a while, he was taking the wheel, looking around for places to go. My eyes glanced on and off on him. The streets were crowded with people walking and shopping. There was nothing particularly for us to do for him not to be recognized with all the people around. So he stopped at a small restaurant on the edge of the city. It was old and broken down, barely no one was there, but the restaurant owner and some staffs.

He stopped me at the front of the door before we went in and told me, “These people make the best pork soup ever.” And then he walked in.

Everyone there was friendly and greeting us after we came in and took our seats.

“What can I get for you?” A young red haired waiter came by.

“I’ll have the usual, and he’ll have-.” He looked at me and paused for my response.

“I’ll have the, um,” I looked over the waiters shoulder at the menu that was stapled at the back wall. “I’ll have the pork soup, please.”

The waiter looks at me and then smiles at him, “Anything else?”

I nod my head no, and he smiles gentle.

“Okay, I’ll let the owner know that you’re here.” The waiter walks away.

I look at him while his eyes have been already on me, “You come here often?:” I said.

“Anytime that I’m close and off of work.” he leans in closer to me.

“Ricky!” An old man walked up to us with his hands out.

He stood up and hugged the old man as the old man patted him on the back.

“Hey grandpa, it’s been awhile.” A huge smile formed on his face.

“Did your hair get darker?” The old man squinted at him.

“Um yeah, you know when you get older your hair changes.”

The old man stared at him with his light gray roots, “I hear you, trust me. Have you been eating well?”

“Yes sir.”

“Who’s this with you?” The old man looked at me.

“This is Quinn, my friend from college.”

“Oh well, drinks on the house. A friend of my grandson is always welcome here.”

“Thank you, but we shouldn’t be drinking, we have to drive back.” I said.

“It’s fine.” He said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Alright, coming right up.” The old man cups my hand and shakes it. “And Quinn, so nice to meet you, Ricky doesn’t usually bring friends here or anyone. His mostly a loner.” He laughs.

“That’s enough.” He smiles awkwardly.

The thought of him bringing me here had my heart beating, and including the fact that I’m the first person he brought here made butterflies dance in my stomach.

He sat back down, and sighed from embarrassment, “This is my grandma’s shop, the old man kept it going after she died. I always used to help him out after school.”

I did a small nod and looked around the shop.

I don’t know how much we drank, all I know that the pork was incredible. I ate the whole thing and drank the rest. One second later, he was grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me out the door into the streets. We walked a block, after block, none stop. I was still tipsy, before I knew it I was walking on sand, sinking down a little with every step. I brought my face up to stare at an orange painted sky, the sun was setting from the horizon, reflecting its light on the large lake. He pushed me close to the water as I hesitate to follow him, he just turned back to me and smiled drawing me into his gaze, like those eyes opened my heart up to him again. My feet were now in the water with my shoes and sucks off right behind me. We stood there watching the sun go down, he inhaled the air deeply so many times after the last light disappeared. I finally turned to him when he started to breathe normally. He looked beautiful in the moon light sky, his hair messy on his head, he looked older, but more mature since the first time I saw him. He glanced at me and closed his eyes and sighed.

“We should get going,” I stuttered.

He moved his body to face me and looked me straight in the eyes, he was about to say something, but we heard a noise from a far. I grabbed his hand quickly, pulling him to the public restroom. I push him gently to the wall, and pressed my index finger to his lips to tell him to stay quiet. For a while it was silent, me listening to the outside wind.

“How long are you expecting to have your leg pushing up against my crotch?” He whispered softly.

My eyes widened and looked down, “Sorry.” I moved my leg away. My eyes now glue to the floor, I feel his breath on my neck. He moved his hands on my waist, I gasped a little, not saying anything, he pulled me in closer to him. Moving my leg back into his groan. He leaned his head to the side of my neck, glancing his lips gently on my skin coming up to my ear and breathing heavily making the atmosphere hot and moist.

“I think that we are good.” I said out loud, pushing him to the wall again and dropping my cane.

He looked satisfied, like his intention was to get a reaction out of me. He leaned down, picking up my cane, and dusted it off. Furthermore, he looked at me holding out the cane. I took a deep breath, trying to get my mind together. I grabbed the cane and walked out. He followed close behind me, out of the sand, through the empty streets and back to the car. No words were said, only a small eye contact on the way to the hotel and nothing more. As I walk him to his door, his eyes looked me up and down, gave me a small smile and shot the door.