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game. It takes time to master a craft. It’s not like over night or anythin’.
Why?”
    “I
don’t know, stupid question.” I smile sheepishly. “So what brings ya to my neck
of the woods?”
    “I’ve
come to rescue you fair maiden and take you to thy Pier.” Luke laughs not sure
himself of what he has just said. I smile back and accept Luke’s invitation to
the Pier. After a quick change, we head out.
                It’s
unbelievably refreshing to be in Luke’s car and out from the cold, lonely and
restricting walls of my house. Through the car window Florida’s warm sun shines
upon my face, the wind frolics through my hair. The closer to the Pier we get
the more pronounced the salty ocean air becomes.
                When we
arrive at the Pier in downtown St. Pete, we head right for the viewing deck on
the top floor. The scenic view of Saint Petersburg surrounded by miles and
miles of ocean is beautiful. The twin peaks of the Skyway Bridge stand visible
in the distance. I look out over the edge of the deck trying to take in the
view of the vast open ocean. I have been to the Pier a dozen times before but
the way the sun sparkles and dances off the top of small waves never gets old. I
cannot help but feel small in comparison to the miles of open water before me.
     “Want
a closer look?” Luke asks pointing to the viewfinder as he slips a quarter in.
     “I
think it’s broken.” I say trying to focus the lens but it’s no use.
    “Figures.”
Luke says annoyed. “Come on; let’s get some ice cream.”
    “Yum!”
I exclaim.
     Ten
minutes later, I find myself in a red plastic booth eating birthday cake
flavored ice cream. It tastes like a scoop of Heaven. It is so good that I have
to restrain myself from licking the bowl clean.
    “Geez,
you killed that.” Luke laughs.
    “Don’t
come between me and my ice cream.” I smile.
    Luke
smirks while putting his spoon down. “Listen, there’s somethin’ I was hopin’ to
talk to you about.”
    “Ok,
shoot.”
    “I
know a lot of people think of me as some playboy or bad guy when it comes to
datin’.”
    “Like
who.” I ask spooning the corner of my bowl for ice cream residue.
    “Just
people, you know ‘cause I dated a lot in high school.”
    “I
don’t know who told you that but trust me, girls didn’t care who you were
dating as long as they were next in line.”
    “Careful,
my ego has a mind of its own.” Luke quips.
    “I’m
serious.” I laugh. “Some girl even threatened me in the bathroom one time
‘cause she thought we were dating.”
    “Why
didn’t we?” He smiles coyly as I look up at him.
    I
set my depleted bowl down gently. “I think we became too good of friends.” I
feel the heat in my flushed face.
    “What
if I don’t want to be friends? What if I want somethin’ stronger, somethin’
different?” 
    As
I sit across the table from Luke, a visible change occurs. Every boyish quality
about him matures before me leaving a handsome man with soft eyes and a
seductive smile sitting across from me. I blink twice trying to find the
familiar version of Luke but he isn’t’ there. 
     “Luke,
I…I value our friendship. I can’t take a risk with that.”
    “Just
hear me out. This friendship is just as important to me. But look at me and
tell me you haven’t felt the attraction, the pull. I care for you in more than
a friend type of way. We get each other. We click. And I know you got a lot on
your plate right now but you don’t have to be alone. I’m not sayin’ I want to
fill any gaps or anythin’ but I want be someone special in your life.”
    “You
are.”
     He
takes a deep breath and for a moment looks away. “I want you Kimber. I want you
to be my first, hopefully last, real adult relationship. I can take care of
you, I want to.”
     I
do not know how to feel other than completely flattered and a little taken
aback. I mean there hasn’t ever been so much as a hand touch, a loving word, or
an