Working Late, Dinner and Soccer

Working Late, Dinner and Soccer

When her co-workers asked if she had a nice weekend, she was happy to say that she did. She smiled every time she remembered going to the theater with Jonathan and then for dinner afterwards. She and Jonathan exchanged smiles and greetings when he walked past her to go to his office but that they didn’t get a chance to talk to each other because she had to go on a photo shoot in Scarborough.

The shoot lasted most of the day. She enjoyed it but was happy to return to the office. When she arrived, she passed Jonathan in the stairwell. He was heading down. He paused. “How was the shoot?” he asked.

“It was great. The couple was really nice and they had a lovely home and backyard.”

“That’s great. Do you like soccer?”

“Yes. I love it.”

“Me too. How would you like to watch the Copa semi-final match between Canada and Argentina this evening at Hurricanes? I drove to work today. It’s about a twelve minute drive from here but may be longer due to traffic. We can have something to eat. After the game, I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I’d like that very much,” she told him. This was the first time in her life that she was going out on a week night.

“All right. The game isn’t until 8pm. I’m not sure what we can do between now and then. Maybe, we can work until 6, if that’s okay with you and then we leave.”

“I don’t mind working until then.” She honestly didn’t but she hoped the time would go by quickly.

He smiled. “I’ll see you in a while.”

They ended up leaving the office at 6:30. He found parking and they walked to the pub. They got a table with a good view of the TV. He ordered the Hurriburger and she the Beyond Meat Veggie Burger with sweet potato fries and soft drinks. As they ate, they talked about many things. At one point he made her laugh until she was in tears.

Then, it was time for the game to start so she excused herself and went to the washroom. When she returned he told her that the players were entering the field. “Who do you want to win?” he asked her.

“I’m hoping that Canada wins.”

“Me too.”

The match began and they were on the edge of their seats. “I really was hoping that Canada would win although they were playing against Argentina,” Natacha said as they got up from the table hours later.

“I know but it’s still great that they made it to the semi-finals and got to play against Messi.”

“Yes. They made it very far and should be proud. I wonder who Argentina will play against–Uruguay or Columbia.”

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow night.”

They left the restaurant and walked to his car. It was after ten and felt a bit muggy. “It’s going to rain tomorrow and on Thursday,” she said as he drove out of the parking lot.

“We’re going to get some really heavy rain. They said that it’s the remnants of Hurricane Beryl.”

“Hopefully, it waits until we get into the office. I don’t want to get drenched.”

He drove straight down Yonge Street to Yonge and Lawrence where she lived. After parking the car, he escorted her to her door. “If you’re not doing anything on Sunday, I would like you to watch the Euro Final with me at my place.”

Delighted, she said, “I’d like that too.”

He smiled. “Great.”

“Thanks for giving me a ride home.”

“It was my pleasure. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jon.”

“Good night, Natacha.” He winked at her before turning and walking towards the elevators. He turned and waved before he stepped onto one.

Smiling, she went into her unit and locked the door. She couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow and to spend Sunday afternoon watching the Euro Final with him at his place.

Source: Curiocity