Page 24 of Dear Mr. Firefighter
“Well if we aren’t in the mood for dessert, I guess we should head out.” Cain sipped his water and put the glass down. “We’re making good time.”
“Good time? Do we have to be somewhere?” I glanced at my watch.
“Yeah, I got us tickets for the Helium Comedy Club, but we’ve got two hours to kill before the show.” Cain shrugged. “I thought we would be at The Hawthorne all night waiting for our food.”
“We probably would have been.” I chuckled and nodded. “Two hours—hmm.”
“I’m sure we can find something to do near the club—something that doesn’t involve much walking since I nearly pulled you out of your shoes earlier.” Cain grinned.
“Yeah, I borrowed them and regret it every time a take a step.” I nodded and grumbled under my breath.
“Let’s go shoe shopping then.” Cain pushed his chair back. “The Helium Club isn’t going to mind if you show up in flats.”
“Uh…” I glanced away nervously. “I don’t think I can afford a new pair of shoes.”
“I was planning to spend a fortune at The Hawthorne. Let me buy you a pair.” He reached for my chair and helped me stand.
“You don’t have to do that.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll be fine in these.”
“Nonsense. Come on.” He took my hand and led me towards the door—walking a little slower than before.
He’s really going to take me shoe shopping…
