You Can Do It, We Can Help

Jeanie walked nervously into a large Home Depot. The only thing she was worse at than taking risks was taking risks in an unfamiliar state, to try to talk to a guy that she had only met once with no support and no real plan. She had natural skill, but she didn't think that was going to help much.

 

What was he doing at a Home Depot anyway? All she had seen when she was looking up was that he would be making an appearance there. Maybe it was some kind of charity thing, she had heard that drivers did that thing. God, I hope this isn't Habitat for Humanity or something. Jeanie thought to herself.

 

Jeanie wandered  around the story, looking at all of the fans standing in line. They were all wearing shirts with Joey's face on it. And the number 20. Must be his number. She knew she could wait in line, but she was afraid of being to forward so she perused the paint section.

 

After what seemed like hours, Jeanie was tapped on the back. She jumped nearly a foot.

 

"Crap! Is the store closing?" She turned around and saw Joey.

 

"Not that I know of. Hi."

 

"Hi."

 

"I saw that you here and I could barely believe it."

 

"Nope. It's me."

 

"It's nice to see you."

 

"Really?"

 

A little girl popped up "Can I, um, get an autograph?"

 

That was pretty cute, Jeanie thought to herself.

 

"Of course!" He bent down and signed for her. "Sorry, he said after she left and he saw Jeanie's expression.

 

She dropped the scowl. "Nah, I'm just not thrilled that a little girl is out doing me."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"Well, I had every intention of flirting with you, but I haven't actually gotten up the  nerve yet. And now I've been shown up."

 

Joey smiled shyly. "Maybe I could make it easier on you and do the flirting."

 

Jeanie laughed. "That would be easier."

 

Both of them just looked at each other for a second.

 

"I'm sorry" He said "I imagined this to go different."

 

"I didn't. I'm usually a babbling brook, but I blame you. You're making me nervous."

 

"You're maing me nervous, too."

 

"I guess we're at a stand still, aren't we?"

 

"Can I ask you out?"

 

"I give you my number."

 

Joey grinned and gave her his phone number, and Jeanie gave him hers.

 

"I'll be seeing you." he said as she started walking away.

 

Jeanie turned around "I hope so."