“Sheffield, do you enjoy being tortured?"
“Like I said, even if you torture me a hundred times, I'll still treat you like my first Love.”
Wiping her hands with another tissue, Evelyn suddenly remembered something. After a little consideration, she asked, “So who is your first love, anyway?"
How Sheffield wished he could zip his mouth shut. He regretted bringing it up.
“She's nobody. We were only together a few days. Let's go. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a beer."
"You still keep in touch?" Evelyn was really curious about his first love. Although Sheffield hung around quite a few women, he had never been seriously publicly linked to any of them.
“Yeah. She sent me a message a while ago. But don't worry, Evelyn. I didn't text back," he told her honestly, though he wasn't sure if it would make Evelyn unhappy. Yet, he didn't want to lie to her.
“What did she want to talk about?"
“Evelyn, please drop it. She's not important." They were going on a date tonight. Bringing up old girlfriends would spoil the mood.
“What are you hiding?" Evelyn pressed the question.
Sheffield sighed helplessly.
"She sent me a message asking me why I quit racing cars."
"And?" Evelyn continued to ask.
“And I didn't answer back. Why would I do that when I already have you?" He pretended to be aloof.
With a smile, Evelyn said, “Why don't you reply to her? You're hurting the poor girl."
“But wouldn't that hurt you?"
Evelyn had to admit that he had a perfect answer.
They stopped at a sidewalk restaurant and found a table to sit down.
“Ever been to a place Like this?"
Evelyn looked around and saw that it was quite crowded. And noisy. They had to raise their voices to be heard. She shook her head and answered,
“No.
They were overdressed for a venue like this, drawing curious stares.
“I know it's not what you're used to. Just give it a chance. If you don't Like the food, we'll Leave." Then he took out a tissue, wiped her chair and helped her sit down.
“Okay.”
“What do you want to eat?" A waiter came over with the menu.