He shrugs. "On to more appealing subjects," he laughs. "What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies?"
That was a rapid change of subject. Now I'm curious about his parents, but I don't say anything more because I don't want to pry. And, from personal experience, I know what it's like when people push you to answer questions about the loss of a loved one and you just don't want to talk about it. So, I let it go.
"I wish I could say I had some crazy talent." I roll my eyes. "But sadly, I'm just a plain Jane. I do love to read, though. I guess you could call that a hobby."
"Certainly, and you're more than a plain Jane." He grins. "And I'm the same. I don't have any hobbies, either."
I laugh softly. "I guess we can be simple together."
He chuckles. "I guess so."
I spend the next three hours talking easily with Jacob. We have dinner and then he offers to drive me home. When we arrive at my apartment building, he's a proper gentleman and keeps his distance, staying at the door and not asking to come inside, even though I'm sure he probably wants to. Part of me wants him to, even just for coffee, but I know that wouldn't be right, for either of us.
I don't really know him, and we had a great night. I think it's best to leave it at that.
"Thank you for a wonderful night," I say to him, leaning against the post just outside the front doors.
"You're welcome. I had a great time. I'd love to see you again, if you'd like?"
I study him. Yes, I think I would like to get to know him better. He's easygoing, handsome, and we had some good laughs. Even if it doesn't progress further, I feel like even a friendship with this man would be worthwhile. Tonight is the first time in a long time I've enjoyed myself. I didn't realize how much I was holding myself back until right now.
"I would like that." I beam. "I'll give you my phone number."
I give him my phone number while he dials. He calls my phone, so I have his, and then tucks his phone back into his pocket. "I'll give you a call in the morning," he says, giving me a warm, friendly expression. "Thanks again, it was a great night."
I nod, in full agreement. "Yes it was. Good night, Jacob."
"Good night, Hartley."
I walk through the front doors with a huge smile on my face.
Maybe Taylor was right.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
FIVE
"You look beautiful, Hartley," Jacob says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the movie theater.
We're on our second "official" date. So far, things with Jacob are going really well. He's kind, and funny, and he's really easy to talk to. I find myself at ease with him, never feeling awkward or uncomfortable. Conversation flows naturally between us, and if there is ever a pause, Jacob quickly fills it with questions about my life. He listens when I speak, seemingly really taking in everything I'm saying.
That's a nice feeling. Comforting.
Tonight he suggested a movie, and then dinner afterwards. I honestly can't remember the last time I went to a movie. It was a long time ago, with Raymond, possibly at the beginning of our relationship. There is something strangely romantic about going to a movie with someone you like, feeling their hand brush yours, or their shoulder, as you sit close together.
"Thank you," I smile at Jacob, taking in his clean cut look. "You look great, too."
He's wearing a pair of jeans, dark denim-they look new they're in such good condition. Paired with the jeans, is a black button-down shirt that he has rolled at the sleeves. He's got his brown hair brushed back neatly, and overall, looks incredible. I smooth my hands down my navy blue dress. It's tighter at the top, but flares out at the bottom and rests right around my knees. I left my hair down for the occasion, and opted for just a little mascara.
As we approach, there is a group of teens sitting just outside the doors, laughing a little too loud. I'd bet anything they snuck alcohol into whatever movie they just came out of. As we walk past, one of them stands and walks towards me. As she goes past, her shoulder bumps against mine, rocking me a bit. She's a bigger girl, with cropped red hair.
"Watch where you're going!" she snaps at me. "Bitch."
We stop walking, and Jacob's body goes tight. He turns slowly and stares at the girl, who is glaring at me, almost looking like she wants me to give her a reaction.
"Mind your manners," Jacob says to her, his voice firm but not angry.
"I beg your pardon?" The teen throws back, putting a hand on her hip and getting the attention of the other teens who all look our way.