Page 30 of The Flyboy's Girl
“You two enjoy your evening,” he says before locking the door behind us.
Walking me to the car, Paul opens the door for me, stopping me before I get inside. Smiling down at me he says, “Hi. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” is all I manage before he kisses me.
Pulling away Paul says, “We better get going.”
Sliding into the front seat, Paul closes the door before moving to the driver’s side and climbing in behind the wheel.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he says giving me a quick smile before pulling out into the street.
A few minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of the diner, where we had dinner the night after we met.
Laughing I say, “I haven’t been here since…”
Paul’s smile is infectious as he finishes my thought, “Since our first date?”
“Yes,” I reply confirming that he indeed can read my thoughts.
“Me either, come on let’s grab a bite to eat so we can get to the rest of what I have planned.”
Finding a table in the back of the diner, our waitress is there within minutes to take our order. Ordering a burger with fries and a vanilla shake for both of us, Paul sends the waitress on her way.
“You remembered what we had that first night.”
“I remember everything when it comes to you Ruby. Where we’ve been, what we’ve done, what you were wearing the first night I saw you.”
Smiling I shyly look down at my fidgeting fingers. “When you turned around and smiled at me from across the room, I thought I’d faint dead away.”
Returning my smile, he says, “Well I’m certainly glad you didn’t,” Paul says as he leans in to kiss me.
“So am I,” I reply as I our lips part. “Oh I almost forgot.” I scramble to retrieve my handbag. “I have something for you.” Taking an envelope out, I hand it to Paul trying in vain to control the blush I feel creeping up my neck.
“What’s this?” he asks as he begins to open it. A slow smile begins to spread across his face as he sees what’s inside. “Wow, Ruby… These are… Wow.”
“Do you like them?”
“Like them? Ruby, these are incredible. When did you take these?”
Shrugging I shyly confess as he continues to look at the photos, “You had mentioned having a picture to pin up in the cockpit, so I asked Millie if she would take them for me, so I could surprise you.”
“Rita Hayworth’s got nothing on my girl,” he says as his smile widens and he shakes his head. “I can’t believe you did these for me.”
“Well, I couldn’t have you going off to Hawaii and falling for an island girl. I had to remind you what you have to come home to,” I tease.
“Ruby,” Paul says taking my hand and looking straight into my eyes. “There is nothing or no one that would ever make me forget you.”
* * *
After dinner Paul says,“I have one more surprise for you,” as he ushers me back to the car.
Making the short drive down the street, Paul pulls into the parking lot of the dance hall. “I thought we would spend our last night together where we first met.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, while trying to keep my tears at bay, I whisper, “It’s perfect.”
Stepping inside the dance hall, Paul leads me out to the crowded dancefloor, and begins to spin me around the floor to the lively Tommy Dorsey tune the band is playing. The song ends just as Paul pulls me back in and dips me back over his arm. Lifting me back up and against his chest, now breathless from the up-tempo song, the band slows things down playing the very song we first danced to, all those months ago.
