Here Comes the Sun: Chapter 8

I’m sitting in my car in front of her building. It’s nearly 7pm, and I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes. I’ve got the air on full blast, so I don’t get all sweaty. Yeah, that’s how nervous I am.

As soon as I finished up with deliveries at the bar, I took a quick shower and got dressed. Then I headed over to Ashley’s to pick her up.

So here I am. It’s 7 o’clock on the dot. I would get out of the car and up to the door, but my ass seems to be made of lead. I take a few deep breaths, collect myself, and finally open the door of my navy Volkswagen Jetta. I run my hands down over my skirt, smoothing it out. One more deep breath and I make my way into her building.

Once I am standing in front of her door, I knock. Not more than two seconds afterwards, she opens the hardwood door.

“Hey Spencer, it’s great to see you again.”

She’s wearing dark, skin tight, low rise jeans with a black halter top that stops just far enough to show off her Abs of Glory.

“It’s great to see you too, Ashley. You look…uh…wow.”

She giggles. “You look wow, too, Spence. Are you ready to go?”

“Ready when you are.”

I follow her back out to my car, making sure to check out her…assets. I open up the door for her to get in, and then make my way to the driver’s side. The car ride starts off quiet, but we fall into conversations about the bar, Ashley’s music, and how beautiful she looks. Ok, I made that last part up, but I was thinking about how beautiful she looks.

She wasn’t kidding when she said she lived close. After no more than ten minutes, we’re parking in the lot of The Red Maple. We walk up and inside the dimly lit restaurant. The hostess takes us to our table in the corner and gives us our menus.

“Can I get you both something to drink?” Her eyes linger a little longer on Ashley.