November 25th, 2012
The Hoffman family were in a state of shock. Not only had Becky roused herself from her studies to spend an entire hour on the phone with some boy she'd just met, but now she was going out to meet him. It was astonishing for them to see, since this was a girl who had eschewed all social contact in order to advance her studies since she was about six years old. Of course, there was good reason for that, but it wasn't something they talked about in mixed company. So, in honor of this unusual event, she'd been subjected to a couple of hours of her older sister fussing over her hair and clothing, patiently sitting through it until she was allowed to go.
With her father's confused reminder about a one o'clock curfew in her ears, she left the house and hopped into her battered little car to coax it toward the center of town and the pizza parlor where she had agreed to meet Sam Winchester for a meal. She didn't know if she was early or late, or even what to expect from the evening, but he intrigued her enough that she had abandoned her studies for him. That was all she needed to know, for now. Leaving the little car parked safely off the main street, she tucked her hands into her pockets and headed toward the pizza parlor, hoping she wasn't going to be sat alone for too long.
The Winchesters were just as shocked to find out that Sam had a date, though they had not found out from him, but from Ayden, who seemed to delight in teasing him about it and about their first meeting, reminding him not to repeat the incident. Becky may have forgotten and forgiven him once, but he doubted she'd forgive him if he were to throw up on her shoes a second time. Both Dean and Ayden had offered their cars up for the evening, but in the end, Sam had chosen to take his father's Impala, since it was the car he was most accustomed to driving in his own time. Jo had fussed over her son a little more than necessary, the entire family relieved that Sam had decided to do something as ordinary as going on a date to get his mind off missing Hope. As it happened, Becky didn't have to wait at all. Sam had beat her to the pizza parlor and was sitting quietly alone while he waited, wondering if he was going to get stood up.
Tucked into her coat, Becky smiled as she recognized her date waiting for her by himself, pushing the door closed to shut out the winter chill. Shaking her hair out, she undid her coat as she walked toward him, dipping her head to catch his eye. "Hello," she greeted him, confident and shy at the same time. "Is this seat taken?"
For some odd reason, he hadn't taken off his coat yet, maybe not really believing she'd actually join him. From the look on his face when she approached, it seemed he was genuinely surprised to see her, as if he'd already convinced himself that she was going to stand him up. He had already ordered himself a beer, slightly annoyed at having been asked for a driver's license to prove his age, but that annoyance passed as soon as she arrived at his table. "Hi, uh..." He awkwardly moved to his feet, a little unsure of date etiquette. "Yeah, I mean, no..." He waved a hand at the chair in front of him. "Please, join me."
"Thanks." Shucking off her coat to hang it over the back of the chair, she shook her hair back out of her face and slid into the seat he indicated, laying her arms comfortably folded onto the edge of the table. "You know, you looked like you were expecting to be stood up."
"You look, um..." He trailed off, as they both spoke at nearly the same time, him to offer a compliment and her to point out how very uncertain he looked. He shrugged his shoulders as the two of them retook their seats. "I'm not very good at this sort of thing." No, he wasn't a virgin, but he couldn't really remember the last time he'd been on a date either.
She smiled at the almost compliment. "Well, if it helps, neither am I," she assured him. "My sister used to set me up on blind dates all the time, but I usually bore people. I'm not that interesting a person. She gave up after six months."
Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling a little. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. "Yeah, I know what that's like. To be honest, I think Ayden's trying to play matchmaker between us. She seems to think I spend too much time alone, I guess."
Becky snorted with laughter, rolling her eyes with him. "Oh, yeah, the girl who's been dating her best friend for the last two years to avoid actually dating is now setting people up," she laughed, shaking her head. "Blind leading the blind, huh?"
"Uh..." Sam muttered awkwardly, wondering just how much he should tell her about her former dorm-mate, who was no longer dating, but betrothed and expecting a child, if Gabriel was to be believed anyway. "It's kind of complicated," he told her, wondering what the hell he was doing. How was he supposed to date anyone when he couldn't tell her even half the truth about his own life"
"Well, I figure she's been seeing someone on the side, someone she didn't want anyone at college to know about," Becky shrugged. "It's her own business, no one else's. She's cool, though - next to me, she's the youngest in our year. It's nice knowing someone else skipped a few grades on the way up, too."
Dare he tell her Ayden wasn't planning on returning to school after break or should he leave that for her to share on her own" He decided to take advantage of the subject and ask a few questions of his own. "So, what are you majoring in?" he asked, which was as good as asking what she wanted to be when she grew up.
"Classical Literature," she told him with a grin, knowing that was a major mostly pursued by the rich kids who didn't have to get a job after they left uni. She paused to order a Coke from the waitress - too many people knew her around town for her to be able to get away with ordering a beer. "And minoring in Ancient History. I'm kinda fascinated by it, you know?"
"You plan on becoming a college professor?" he asked further, wondering what the hell kind of job you could get with that kind of degree. He didn't think there was much call in the want ads for people with her particular qualifications. He picked up his own beer and took a sip, wondering if he should have ordered a Coke instead.
The Hoffman family were in a state of shock. Not only had Becky roused herself from her studies to spend an entire hour on the phone with some boy she'd just met, but now she was going out to meet him. It was astonishing for them to see, since this was a girl who had eschewed all social contact in order to advance her studies since she was about six years old. Of course, there was good reason for that, but it wasn't something they talked about in mixed company. So, in honor of this unusual event, she'd been subjected to a couple of hours of her older sister fussing over her hair and clothing, patiently sitting through it until she was allowed to go.
With her father's confused reminder about a one o'clock curfew in her ears, she left the house and hopped into her battered little car to coax it toward the center of town and the pizza parlor where she had agreed to meet Sam Winchester for a meal. She didn't know if she was early or late, or even what to expect from the evening, but he intrigued her enough that she had abandoned her studies for him. That was all she needed to know, for now. Leaving the little car parked safely off the main street, she tucked her hands into her pockets and headed toward the pizza parlor, hoping she wasn't going to be sat alone for too long.
The Winchesters were just as shocked to find out that Sam had a date, though they had not found out from him, but from Ayden, who seemed to delight in teasing him about it and about their first meeting, reminding him not to repeat the incident. Becky may have forgotten and forgiven him once, but he doubted she'd forgive him if he were to throw up on her shoes a second time. Both Dean and Ayden had offered their cars up for the evening, but in the end, Sam had chosen to take his father's Impala, since it was the car he was most accustomed to driving in his own time. Jo had fussed over her son a little more than necessary, the entire family relieved that Sam had decided to do something as ordinary as going on a date to get his mind off missing Hope. As it happened, Becky didn't have to wait at all. Sam had beat her to the pizza parlor and was sitting quietly alone while he waited, wondering if he was going to get stood up.
Tucked into her coat, Becky smiled as she recognized her date waiting for her by himself, pushing the door closed to shut out the winter chill. Shaking her hair out, she undid her coat as she walked toward him, dipping her head to catch his eye. "Hello," she greeted him, confident and shy at the same time. "Is this seat taken?"
For some odd reason, he hadn't taken off his coat yet, maybe not really believing she'd actually join him. From the look on his face when she approached, it seemed he was genuinely surprised to see her, as if he'd already convinced himself that she was going to stand him up. He had already ordered himself a beer, slightly annoyed at having been asked for a driver's license to prove his age, but that annoyance passed as soon as she arrived at his table. "Hi, uh..." He awkwardly moved to his feet, a little unsure of date etiquette. "Yeah, I mean, no..." He waved a hand at the chair in front of him. "Please, join me."
"Thanks." Shucking off her coat to hang it over the back of the chair, she shook her hair back out of her face and slid into the seat he indicated, laying her arms comfortably folded onto the edge of the table. "You know, you looked like you were expecting to be stood up."
"You look, um..." He trailed off, as they both spoke at nearly the same time, him to offer a compliment and her to point out how very uncertain he looked. He shrugged his shoulders as the two of them retook their seats. "I'm not very good at this sort of thing." No, he wasn't a virgin, but he couldn't really remember the last time he'd been on a date either.
She smiled at the almost compliment. "Well, if it helps, neither am I," she assured him. "My sister used to set me up on blind dates all the time, but I usually bore people. I'm not that interesting a person. She gave up after six months."
Sam rolled his eyes, chuckling a little. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. "Yeah, I know what that's like. To be honest, I think Ayden's trying to play matchmaker between us. She seems to think I spend too much time alone, I guess."
Becky snorted with laughter, rolling her eyes with him. "Oh, yeah, the girl who's been dating her best friend for the last two years to avoid actually dating is now setting people up," she laughed, shaking her head. "Blind leading the blind, huh?"
"Uh..." Sam muttered awkwardly, wondering just how much he should tell her about her former dorm-mate, who was no longer dating, but betrothed and expecting a child, if Gabriel was to be believed anyway. "It's kind of complicated," he told her, wondering what the hell he was doing. How was he supposed to date anyone when he couldn't tell her even half the truth about his own life"
"Well, I figure she's been seeing someone on the side, someone she didn't want anyone at college to know about," Becky shrugged. "It's her own business, no one else's. She's cool, though - next to me, she's the youngest in our year. It's nice knowing someone else skipped a few grades on the way up, too."
Dare he tell her Ayden wasn't planning on returning to school after break or should he leave that for her to share on her own" He decided to take advantage of the subject and ask a few questions of his own. "So, what are you majoring in?" he asked, which was as good as asking what she wanted to be when she grew up.
"Classical Literature," she told him with a grin, knowing that was a major mostly pursued by the rich kids who didn't have to get a job after they left uni. She paused to order a Coke from the waitress - too many people knew her around town for her to be able to get away with ordering a beer. "And minoring in Ancient History. I'm kinda fascinated by it, you know?"
"You plan on becoming a college professor?" he asked further, wondering what the hell kind of job you could get with that kind of degree. He didn't think there was much call in the want ads for people with her particular qualifications. He picked up his own beer and took a sip, wondering if he should have ordered a Coke instead.