I hear it doesn't really get hopping until about 7:30," she said hoping he'd pick up on the clue. "Hmm, 7:30 is a little late for dinner but I'm in Ne...w York…why not…sounds like a good start. I think I'll check it out. Thanks!” he said with a smile and eye contact that was longer than normal. She wanted to melt under the gaze of his baby blues. He wanted to know her more. They parted ways. "Hopping is right," Alex thought to himself as he walked into A Slice of New York. The place was jam. The kiss lasted ten seconds or an eternity, our tongues learning each other’s geometry. I held her waist gently with one hand and the back of her head, buried deep in her curls, with the other. She slowly pressed her crotch into my growing own. And when I moved my one hand down to her butt she pushed me away and slapped my face, sending my glasses into the tree, laughing at it before retrieving them and putting them back on my eyes. Redheads. God damnit. “You said we were going for a walk!” She. No, she was special, she would be his forever. Her car pulled from the lot and he followed, wondering if she knew just how special tonight was going to be to her. Following the Camaro wasn’t difficult even in the heavy Friday traffic. Her right taillight was out, making it easier for him to keep her in view. He followed her, hanging back a few cars, managing to just slip past the lights before they turned red. When she pulled off the street and into the driveway of a medium sized ranch house,. " I looked around and saw that everyone had left. "Oh I'm sorry" I mumbled gathering my books and getting up. "Come here" he said, he was now walking back to his desk. "You seem to have trouble focusing" he told me as he motioned for me to sit down in the desk infront of his. "No. I'm just tired really" I told him sitting down. I had things to do and now he is keeping me here' I thought to myself. "Really?" he asked. "Are you tired because you maybe stayed up playing Soccer last night?" he.