Turning Pink (Sophie / James)
Would you write something cute for Sophie and James just whatever you want :p
Ding.
Sophie drops her head onto the table with a dull thud, groaning inwardly. She can’t help but wonder how did Alicia talk her into speed dating. Ever since her sweet friend found her scruffy American Detective, she’s been encouraging her to get back into the dating scene. As a last ditch effort to get her dear friend off her back, she reluctantly agreed to this whole speed dating thing Emmett suggested.
She was too preoccupied with gently banging her head against the table and failed to notice someone else has come by to sit across from her.
“Are you all right, Miss?”
Her face heats up and cringes as she comes face to face with her newest potential date. At least this one is cute, she thinks and his thick Scottish accent reminds her of home.
“Yes,” she replies with a tired smile, “I’m sorry.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone here is having a good time,” he tells her with a shy smile.
“Thank you.” A small but genuine smile appears on her face for the first time that night. “I’m Sophie.”
“James,” he smiles.
“I like your accent, James. It reminds me of home.”
He turns pink at her words and she grins. This is quite refreshing, she thinks, a man who blushes. She has never met anyone like that in her life. Even her ex-fiancé never blushed once when they were together.
“I could say the same about you, Sophie.”
“I take it your night was a disaster too?”
He shrugs, taking a long sip of his wine. “Before I came over, I met a woman who won’t stop talking about her ex-boyfriends, another one who won’t stop talking about how she can communicate with the dead, and she worships the devil. The last one won’t get off her phone with her personal assistant.”
“That’s not as horrible,” she looks at him incredulously, “you should know that all the men asked me if my carpet match my drapes. They also won’t stop staring at my chest the entire time.”
“Sorry,” James cringes, “I guess you win.”
“Bloody right,” Sophie tells him with a flirty smile and tosses her hair over her shoulders for good measure, and is pleased to see this cute Scottish boy blush again. “Although,” she whispers, leaning forward, “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me…me too,” he stutters and she giggles.
“You’re cute, James,” she winks. “So, what do you do?”
“Oh,” he clears his throat, happy to go back to something he’s familiar with because he’s definitely not familiar with a gorgeous woman flirting with him. “I’m a writer and I’m working on my second book. During my free time, I dabble in a bit of photography. What about you?”
Ding.
“I guess our time is up,” he says apologetically. “It’s my pleasure meeting you, Sophie.”
“Yeah.”
Sophie feels a pang in the pit of her stomach, pouting miserably as she watches him move over to the next table.
James nods absently as his newest date goes on about something he couldn’t care less about. He finds himself glancing over to the pretty ginger who looks just about as miserable as he is. He doesn’t like that she’s not enjoying herself and he definitely doesn’t like that the man she’s with seems to be more interested in talking about himself than listening to her.
“Excuse me.”
Taking a deep breath, he summons up as much courage as he can and marches over to her table.
“James,” Sophie’s face lights up as he comes to stand by her table.
“Hey man,” the protein shake junkie sneers at him, “it’s not time to switch yet. This hot piece of ass is still mine.”
“Show some respect, her name’s Sophie,” James tells him off. He then turns to her who is looking at him with a smile bright enough to rival the sun. “I didn’t get to hear your answer. Do you want to get a drink with me so you can tell me what is it that you do?”
“Yes.”
Sophie feels little butterflies in her stomach when he places his hand on her upper back like a gentleman and leads her out of the restaurant. He stops as soon as they’re far away from the establishment and she frowns. “We don’t have to get that drink,” he tells her with a soft smile. “I just wanted to get you out of there. You didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself.”
“You’re sweet.” She glances at him through her lashes, smiling sweetly, “but I’d love to have that drink with you. Unless you don’t want to.”
“I want to!”
She giggles at his excitement and loops her arm through his. “Lead the way, James.”
Ding.
Sophie drops her head onto the table with a dull thud, groaning inwardly. She can’t help but wonder how did Alicia talk her into speed dating. Ever since her sweet friend found her scruffy American Detective, she’s been encouraging her to get back into the dating scene. As a last ditch effort to get her dear friend off her back, she reluctantly agreed to this whole speed dating thing Emmett suggested.
She was too preoccupied with gently banging her head against the table and failed to notice someone else has come by to sit across from her.
“Are you all right, Miss?”
Her face heats up and cringes as she comes face to face with her newest potential date. At least this one is cute, she thinks and his thick Scottish accent reminds her of home.
“Yes,” she replies with a tired smile, “I’m sorry.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think anyone here is having a good time,” he tells her with a shy smile.
“Thank you.” A small but genuine smile appears on her face for the first time that night. “I’m Sophie.”
“James,” he smiles.
“I like your accent, James. It reminds me of home.”
He turns pink at her words and she grins. This is quite refreshing, she thinks, a man who blushes. She has never met anyone like that in her life. Even her ex-fiancé never blushed once when they were together.
“I could say the same about you, Sophie.”
“I take it your night was a disaster too?”
He shrugs, taking a long sip of his wine. “Before I came over, I met a woman who won’t stop talking about her ex-boyfriends, another one who won’t stop talking about how she can communicate with the dead, and she worships the devil. The last one won’t get off her phone with her personal assistant.”
“That’s not as horrible,” she looks at him incredulously, “you should know that all the men asked me if my carpet match my drapes. They also won’t stop staring at my chest the entire time.”
“Sorry,” James cringes, “I guess you win.”
“Bloody right,” Sophie tells him with a flirty smile and tosses her hair over her shoulders for good measure, and is pleased to see this cute Scottish boy blush again. “Although,” she whispers, leaning forward, “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me…me too,” he stutters and she giggles.
“You’re cute, James,” she winks. “So, what do you do?”
“Oh,” he clears his throat, happy to go back to something he’s familiar with because he’s definitely not familiar with a gorgeous woman flirting with him. “I’m a writer and I’m working on my second book. During my free time, I dabble in a bit of photography. What about you?”
Ding.
“I guess our time is up,” he says apologetically. “It’s my pleasure meeting you, Sophie.”
“Yeah.”
Sophie feels a pang in the pit of her stomach, pouting miserably as she watches him move over to the next table.
James nods absently as his newest date goes on about something he couldn’t care less about. He finds himself glancing over to the pretty ginger who looks just about as miserable as he is. He doesn’t like that she’s not enjoying herself and he definitely doesn’t like that the man she’s with seems to be more interested in talking about himself than listening to her.
“Excuse me.”
Taking a deep breath, he summons up as much courage as he can and marches over to her table.
“James,” Sophie’s face lights up as he comes to stand by her table.
“Hey man,” the protein shake junkie sneers at him, “it’s not time to switch yet. This hot piece of ass is still mine.”
“Show some respect, her name’s Sophie,” James tells him off. He then turns to her who is looking at him with a smile bright enough to rival the sun. “I didn’t get to hear your answer. Do you want to get a drink with me so you can tell me what is it that you do?”
“Yes.”
Sophie feels little butterflies in her stomach when he places his hand on her upper back like a gentleman and leads her out of the restaurant. He stops as soon as they’re far away from the establishment and she frowns. “We don’t have to get that drink,” he tells her with a soft smile. “I just wanted to get you out of there. You didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself.”
“You’re sweet.” She glances at him through her lashes, smiling sweetly, “but I’d love to have that drink with you. Unless you don’t want to.”
“I want to!”
She giggles at his excitement and loops her arm through his. “Lead the way, James.”