??re a thing,” I remind her. “Let them talk and look.”
She embraces my hand with her delicate fingers with a weak smile. We head up to my room. The guys are hanging out, studying over sandwiches and fries. My stomach grumbles. I’m famished.
They all look up seeing Amaya. Their eyes bulge. They know I never bring chicks to the dorm. This is my sanctuary. The one place I don’t have to be perfect for Coach, my folks, everyone really.
“Hey, guys.” She waves awkwardly.
They all mutter acknowledging her but still too stunned to make conversation. I place my hand on her back and lead her to my room. The guys start whispering as Amaya sets foot in my room. I stick my head back out the door and glare in warning for them to keep quiet.
I pull out my nicest shirt and dress slacks and start undressing. “Hey, what are you doing?” Amaya shields her eyes looking away.
“Getting dressed.”
“I can step out.”
“You’ve already seen me in my underwear. I think you can watch me change pants.”
Her lips are screwed up into a scowl that I want to taste.
“So, what show are we going to see exactly?” I ask her.
She grins so huge I almost worry her face is going to stay like that permanently. “Swan Lake!” she beams at me with so much joy it’s contagious.
I raise a brow. “What’s that about?”
She looks horrified before answering. “You don’t know Swan Lake? Like never even heard of it?”
I shake my head no. “Nope. Sorry.”
“It’s the best production I’ve ever seen. Every time it’s in town I have to see it. It’s so stunning and beautiful.”
“So, I’m guessing it’s a ballet thing or an opera?”
“The most beautiful ballet performance you will ever witness. I promise you.”
We walk out of my room and the guys look up and stare. “Be back later,” I call out to them.
Amaya walks out in front of me, and I look back at the guys who are staring in awe so I give them a final warning glare as I shut the door.
“Should we call a cab or borrow someone’s car?” I ask her. I don’t know much about dance shit, but I don’t think there is anything like that within walking distance of our dorm.
“Nope, we’re walking, just a block over.” She grabs my hand and starts speed walking. “Hurry up, we’re going to be late.”
Letting out a groan, I move quickly with her, I really don’t want to see some lame ass play, I don’t care how excited she is about it. But I’m going, for her.
She stops just outside a bar, and I look at her confused. “This is the ballet thing?”
She grins at me. “Did you really think I was going to take you some place you would hate being? A place I cherish more than anything?”
I look at her in surprise. “Oh,” is all I can say.
“Besides, I’m already going to that Ballet production day after tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to suffer through that.”
Walking into the bar, I see a stage and I look around. The sign at the hostess station says it’s Improv night. Interesting.
“Hey, Shelly I’m little late, but I’m hoping my table is still open?” Amaya asks the hostess.
“Sure thing, Tiny Dancer. Follow me.”