Scarlett Johnson

   "Shawn stop going easy on me!"

I exclaimed after Shawn had bowled his fifth gutter ball in a row.

As he took his seat he crossed his arms and grinned up at me.

   "Maybe I suck at bowling."

He told me, I shook my head and giggled.

  "Ya right, I've seen you bowl before, your not this bad."

I told him, he chuckled and stared down the lane for a moment.

   "Fine, maybe I was just being a gentlemen to my girlfriend."

He told me, I smiled and picked up the red ball I had been using for the past hour.

   "And now it's game on."

He told me, I met his hazel eyes before I stepped into position.

I swung the ball, and hit the pins straight down the middle, a strike.

    "Okay."

Shawn said, he got up and took the 12 pound green ball he had been playing with.

He swung hard and hit a strike as well taking me by surprise.

    "Well, not bad."

I told him, he grinned.

We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing and bowling.

Eventually we ordered a pizza and took it to a booth in the corner of the bowling alley, bustling New Yorkers surrounded us.