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Katie has a surprise for her brother's 18th birthday.

But a small, nasty part of her said, you didn't even think about inviting him until he had already made that clear. Ulterior motives?

"So," he said, interrupting her thoughts, "where's this mystery dinner locale?"

She grinned a little mischievously, "You'll just have to wait and see."

Actually, she was a little nervous about her choice of restaurant. Maybe he'd be disdainful. Well, either way, she'd know by his reaction whether or not to ask him to come with her this summer.

She led him out of the park after the concert, and as they stepped out onto the street, he took her hand in his. He wasn't going to let her pretend this wasn't a date. They followed the winding streets and chatted, and as she came in sight of the Mexican diner she'd chosen, she realized how comfortable this felt, but also how strange. Walking slowly, at a couple's pace, her fingers entwined in a man's. She tried to pull away as they got near the diner, but he just held her hand a little more firmly and asked, "So, this must be the place." She looked up to see his reaction, but he just looked happy.

"Yeah, I love this place. I come here all the time." She emphasized the last sentence and tried to pull away again, but he just laughed, opened the door for her, and ushered her inside.

She could feel her cheeks turning red as Francisco and Maria, the owners, greeted her and looked pointedly at her hand still captured in Tom's. The diner was painfully small, with only 3 tables, but there were lots of customers, mostly standing and waiting for their food. Sophia knew many people and chatted with them in Spanish. Suddenly a teasing voice came across the counter. "Hey, chica, who's the man?"

Sophia spun around, now thoroughly beet red. She hadn't thought about this when she planned to bring Tom here. "This, um, he's... Tom," she finished uncomfortably, and plopped into an empty booth. She sat, letting her face cool, as Tom leaned over the counter to shake hands with Maria. This was a really bad idea. "Two of whatever your special is today," she mumbled grumpily to Maria, who was leaning on the counter and looking appraisingly at Tom.

"You can go sit down, honey. I'll bring your food," Maria said to Tom with a smile. Maria owned the restaurant with her husband and was always there, day and night. Sophia knew from experience; many days she'd come in to talk for hours after they had closed.

Tom came over and sat down. "What are you embarrassed about?" he asked. "This was your choice of restaurant, remember?" He grinned at her mischievously.

"Yes, but...but why do you have to be so, so..." She stuttered. "Obvious, I guess," she ended, lamely.

He chuckled and he picked her hand up off the table and kissed it. He looked straight at her. "Several reasons. One, I like you. Why should I hide it? Two, it makes you so deliciously uncomfortable, and you're sexy when you squirm. And three, I think you like me too; you just need some encouragement."

Sophia was speechless. How could he be so... direct? She'd been raised to be discreet with her emotions, especially when it came to people of the opposite sex. He watched her, knowing that was slightly over the line. She took a deep breath and said: "I'm gonna go get our food," and hopped up from her seat. He watched her hurry away, amused.

Sophia tried to calm her flushed cheeks at the counter as she took their food from Maria. When she got back to the table, Tom was back on his best manners, obviously trying not to give her reason to run away again. They chatted about various things, and the conversation turned to Sophia's summer. She steeled herself and grabbed the opportunity.

"Actually," she said, responding to his question about the staff of the clinic, "we're short a general surgeon this summer. Miguel has been frantically trying to find someone to no avail. How much do you know about pediatric surgery?" She stared at her hands, shocked at her own daring.

"Quite a bit.

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