Free Capturing Savannah by J. L. Krajcirovic

leg is mostly healed and turned into what’s looking more and more like a scar. The knit dress is lightweight so I won’t have to worry about the sweat sticking or showing up too badly. I pin my hair up too also in retaliation to the typical warm Savannah night that I know it’s going to be. The black high-heeled shoes are also thanks to Emily, which she forces me to wear. It’s quarter to seven and I decide to wait for David on our stoop. I inhale the slight breeze and the short pieces of my bangs blow around the edges of my face.
    “Hi there beautiful .” David says in a quiet but serious voice.
    “Hi .” I say taking my arms off the railing and turning around to face him.
    “You clean up nice yourself .” I say but thinking he is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
    “You’re early.” He says.
    “So are you.” I say back.
    He is wearing a light grey shirt with a thick strip of brown around the collar and the bottom of the shirt with light brown pants. He has on brown canvas looking shoes. His hair is slicked back a little and I can see a hint of stubble on his face.
    We stand there a moment looking at one another and I can’t seem to think of anythi ng else. And I don’t want to. He walks towards me slowly stopping in front of me. We are as close as we can be without touching. David reaches his hand up and gently settles the bangs blowing around wildly on my cheek directly below one of my eyes. When he moves his hand away from my face he runs it along my neck, down my arm and interlaces his fingers with mine.
    “Ready?” he says.
    “Sure. So where are we going?” I ask as we both manage to get our feet moving.
    “A shack on the beach .” He says.
    “Really? I may be slightly overdressed for that.” I say as we step onto the elevator.
    “The shoes might have pushed it over the edge .” He says as his eyes skim down my legs to my feet and to the black high heels of Emily’s.
    “Ya they might be a bit much. They are Emily’s. I can run back and grab my flip flops.” I say.
    “No way. I am enjoying them way too much.” says David making me blush.
    We take his white Honda A ccord and I can tell by how long the drive is that we are going to the beach and should be there soon. We park the car and I see a sign that says The Crab Shack . It does look a little like a shack on the outside with weathered wooden sides and a surrounding deck to match. But the tiny white lights wrapping the outside and serving as a canopy on the inside make it a spectacular site. The tables inside are made from the same weathered wood. They are round with a hole in the middle. David gives the host his name and they lead us back to a table outside at the very edge of the deck. It overlooks the water. The tiny white lights from the building dance in the waters reflection.
    “This is awesome David.” I say. “Have you been here before?”
    “No. I wanted to go here with you .” he says.
    I try not to think about how him just saying things like that or looking at me gives me butterflies. This isn’t supposed to be a serious relationship. He must see me looking at the hole in the middle of the table because he adds, “That’s to put the crab shells in. It’s a trash can.”
    “Oh .” I say.
    We both order sprites and a pot of the low country boil to share.
    “I am glad we finally got to do this.” David says.
    “You mean that I finally agreed t o go on a date with you?” I say.
    “I knew you would agree someday. I just meant that I’ve been waiting for tonight and our schedules to work out so we could have our second date night.” He says with his sarcastically wicked grin.
    “ This is technically our first date. But I guess I have been looking forward to it all week as well.” I say.
    In between back and forth conversations we break to admire the water beside us. The dancing white lights on the surface are mesmerizing. The low country boil cast iron pot arrives with crab, crawfish, and corn on the cob,