Chapter 9 – A Date?!
It was early in the morning, and Sheldon and Leo's apartment was noisier than usual. The sun barely filtered through the curtains, but inside reigned an organized chaos: protective vests scattered across the sofa, paintball masks on the coffee table, and paint cartridges rolling across the floor like marbles.
Leo, always with that mix of calm and humor, observed the scene while adjusting his right glove. The whole group was preparing for a paintball match they had planned for weeks. For him, it was more than a game: it was the chance to see how his friends, each with their own particular style, faced an improvised battlefield.
"Listen, everyone. I am the captain of this team. That means you must obey my strategic orders. If we follow my plan, victory is assured." Sheldon spoke firmly, adjusting his mask with surgical precision.
"Yeah, sure, captain. Does your plan include hiding behind a bush for half an hour like last time?" Howard shot back sarcastically, while fastening his vest.
"Howard, you complain even if someone looks at you funny. Better worry about not being the first one out." Raj joked nervously, still trying to put his vest on backwards.
"Guys, remember this is paintball, not Star Wars. Though if anyone wants to make laser sounds, I won't complain." Leo chimed in with a smile, easing the tension.
"It's not funny, Leo. Discipline is fundamental. If we don't follow a plan, we'll end up like last time: defeated in less than ten minutes." Sheldon frowned, annoyed at the lack of seriousness.
"Sheldon, last time your 'plan' was for all of us to stand still in a circle. That's not strategy, that's waiting to get shot." Leo replied calmly, adjusting his paint cartridge.
"Exactly. Invisible because nobody was looking for you." Howard raised an eyebrow, recalling the previous scene.
Raj laughed again, and the atmosphere filled with that mix of camaraderie and chaos that always accompanied the group. Between jokes, critiques, and laughter, the team finished gearing up, ready to head out to the paintball battle.
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When they were finally ready, they went down the stairs of the building like an improvised military squad. Each carried their gear proudly, though their styles varied: Sheldon walked upright, as if commanding a troop; Howard struck exaggerated poses with his paintball marker, like an action hero; Raj laughed nervously, looking around; and Leo, the MC, stayed calm, enjoying the spectacle.
"Remember, the key is coordination. I'll give the orders, you'll execute them." Sheldon insisted on his role as captain.
"Sheldon, this is paintball. The key is fun." Leo replied, amused.
"And shoot Sheldon first." Howard added with a mischievous grin.
"That would be treason!" Raj exclaimed, laughing nervously.
"No, no. That would be poetic justice." Leo concluded, provoking more laughter from the group.
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The paintball field was ready for battle. Barrels, nets, and wooden obstacles were spread across the terrain. The sun lit up the morning, and the teams took their positions. On one side, the Physics department: Leo, Sheldon, Howard, and Raj. On the other, the Geology department, a group of students and professors who seemed to take the game far too seriously, with coordinated uniforms and determined looks.
"Listen, this is the moment to demonstrate the superiority of Physics over Geology." Sheldon raised his marker as if it were a banner.
"Sheldon, this is paintball, not an academic debate." Leo replied calmly, adjusting his mask.
"Yes, but if we win, it proves Physics is more precise." Sheldon insisted, convinced of his logic.
Howard laughed as he loaded his weapon.
"I just want to shoot someone who studies rocks. They always seemed too boring to me."
Raj, nervous, looked toward the other team.
"Did you see their uniforms? They look like a military squad. I think they're going to crush us."
Leo smiled, confident.
"Relax, Raj. The strategy is simple: improvise and laugh while we shoot. That always works."
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The whistle blew, and the battle began. The geologists advanced in formation, as if they had rehearsed every move. The physicists, on the other hand, scattered chaotically.
"Raj, cover me!" Sheldon shouted as he ran toward a barrel.
"Cover you how? I don't even know where you are!" Raj replied, accidentally firing into the air.
Howard charged forward, shooting without aiming.
"Take this, rock lovers!"
Leo moved calmly, observing the terrain. *Alright, they have discipline. We have chaos. That could be an advantage.*
A geologist shot Howard, hitting him in the chest.
"They got me! Tell my mother I love her!" Howard fell to the ground, exaggerating like it was a dramatic movie scene.
Leo laughed as he dodged a shot.
"Howard, this is paintball. You don't need a final speech."
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The geologists advanced with precision, covering each other. Sheldon tried to give orders, but no one listened.
"Delta formation! Advance on the right!" Sheldon shouted from his hiding spot.
Leo rushed forward, managing to hit a geologist on the shoulder.
"Your delta formation just lost a member, Sheldon."
Raj ran back and forth, screaming.
"They're going to get me, they're going to get me!" Finally, a paintball hit him in the back.
"Ow! I'm dead!"
Sheldon looked at him in frustration.
"Raj, if you had followed my plan, you'd still be alive."
Leo replied while firing again.
"Sheldon, your plan is as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane."
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With Howard and Raj out of the game, Leo was practically alone at the front. Sheldon remained hidden, shouting useless orders. The geologists advanced confidently, certain of their victory.
Leo took a deep breath and stepped out of cover. With quick, precise movements, he fired at the enemy. Two geologists went down immediately, surprised by his aim.
"That's impossible!" shouted one of them, covered in paint.
From his hiding spot, Sheldon raised his voice.
"Excellent, Leo! You're following my plan perfectly."
Leo laughed as he dodged another shot.
"Your plan is to stay hidden and shout. I'm improvising."
With a series of accurate shots, Leo managed to hit the last players on the Geology team. The whistle blew, marking the end of the match.
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Leo raised his marker in triumph, covered in paint but smiling. Howard and Raj got up from the ground, still complaining about their "wounds." Sheldon emerged from his hiding place, walking with an air of superiority.
"As expected, my strategy gave us victory," Sheldon declared proudly.
Leo looked at him calmly.
"Sheldon, your strategy was hiding. I won by improvising."
Howard added, laughing:
"Yeah, and I won by dying dramatically."
Raj, still nervous, concluded:
"I lost, but at least I had fun."
The Physics team celebrated their victory, while the geologists withdrew, surprised to have lost against such a chaotic group.
Leo thought silently, amused. *Physics versus Geology. Today we won with laughter and paint. And that's worth more than any plan.*
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The apartment was quiet when Leo and Sheldon returned from paintball. As soon as they dropped their gear, Leo's phone buzzed.
"Who is it?" asked Sheldon, curious.
"It's Joyce. She's inviting me to dinner tonight," Leo said, showing the screen with a smile.
"Joyce Kim? The chemist? Leo, I can't believe you're wasting your time on that. You should be focusing on science," Sheldon said, frowning.
Leo laughed as he put the phone away.
"Sheldon, every scientist needs a distraction. Or are your electric trains highly productive for modern physics?" Leo teased.
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Both settled into the living room. Sheldon took his usual spot on the sofa, while Leo poured himself some water.
"Leo, science requires absolute concentration. Every minute you spend on dinners or flirting is a minute lost," Sheldon said sternly.
"If science were only absolute concentration, we'd all go insane. You relax with trains, I relax with people," Leo replied calmly.
"That's different. My trains represent discipline and precision," Sheldon said proudly.
"Discipline? Like spending three hours adjusting a train to make perfect loops in your living room?" Leo laughed.
Sheldon lifted his chin.
"Exactly. That is discipline."
Leo smiled, relaxed.
"Well, my discipline is knowing when to stop thinking about infrared spectra and start enjoying life," Leo said.
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The clock struck seven. Leo looked at his phone again and replied to Joyce's invitation.
"Are you really going? Don't you prefer to review the lab data?" Sheldon asked, incredulous.
"No, Sheldon. I'd rather have dinner with someone who makes me laugh. The data will be here tomorrow. Joyce won't," Leo said, walking toward his room.
"This is a monumental mistake. Science needs you," Sheldon said indignantly.
Leo stopped at the door and looked at him calmly.
"Science will always need me, Sheldon. But I also need to live. You have your trains, I have my dinners. And both make us happy," Leo said before disappearing into his room to change.
Sheldon remained alone on the sofa, muttering about discipline while mentally adjusting his next train schedule.
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Leo left the apartment calmly, dressed in a dark shirt and a light jacket. The cool night air gave him a touch of energy as he walked to the parking lot. He got into his car and drove toward Joyce's building.
When he arrived, he parked in front of the entrance and waited a few seconds. Then he saw her: Joyce descended the stairs with confident steps, wearing a simple dress that highlighted her natural elegance. Leo immediately got out of the car, walked toward her, and opened the door with a gentlemanly gesture.
"Allow me," Leo said, leaning slightly as he held the door.
"Thank you, that's thoughtful," Joyce said, smiling as she settled into the seat.
Leo closed the door gently, circled the car, and took the wheel. The engine purred discreetly, and soon they were driving through Pasadena's illuminated streets.
During the ride, the conversation flowed naturally.
"How was your day?" Leo asked, glancing sideways with a calm smile.
"Hectic, as always. Between classes and the lab, I felt like I barely had time to breathe," Joyce said with a light sigh.
Leo nodded, amused.
"That's Caltech. It squeezes you until you forget the world outside exists," Leo said.
Joyce looked at him curiously.
"And yet you agreed to have dinner with me. That surprises me," Joyce said.
Leo, keeping his eyes on the road, replied lightly:
"Because some things are worth it. And you took the initiative, which I find even more interesting."
She lowered her gaze, smiling with a hint of mischief.
"I suppose it's not every day you find an experimental physicist willing to talk outside the lab," Joyce said.
Leo chuckled softly.
"And it's not every day a woman as beautiful as you decides to invite me to dinner," Leo said playfully.
The car moved through the city lights, their conversation blending with the murmur of the engine. Both seemed to enjoy the ride, as if the restaurant were just an excuse to prolong the moment.
Finally, Leo parked in front of the chosen place: a warm, discreet restaurant with wooden tables and a cozy atmosphere. He got out first, circled the car, and opened the door for Joyce again. She looked at him with a grateful smile as she stepped out.
"Chivalrous to the end," Joyce said.
"It's the least I can do," Leo replied, offering her his arm before they entered the restaurant together.
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The restaurant had a warm atmosphere, with wooden tables and soft lights that created an intimate air. The waiter led them to a table by the window, where the city appeared like a mosaic of lights in the night. Leo waited for Joyce to settle in before taking his seat across from her. The murmur of other conversations filled the place, but for them it was as if the world had shrunk to that table.
"How is it really to be a student at Caltech?" Leo asked, leaning toward her with curiosity.
Joyce twirled her wine glass between her fingers.
"It's intense. Everyone seems to compete to stand out. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really learning or just surviving," she said with a light sigh.
Leo nodded, amused.
"Sounds more like a marathon of endurance than a place of learning," he said.
"Exactly. It's exhausting, but also stimulating. You're surrounded by brilliant people, and that forces you to give more of yourself," Joyce replied.
Leo rested his elbow on the table, teasing.
"And yet, you decided to invite me to dinner. That intrigues me," he said.
Joyce lowered her gaze, smiling mischievously.
"I suppose it's not every day you find an experimental physicist willing to talk outside the lab," she said.
Leo chuckled softly.
"And it's not every day a beautiful woman decides to take the initiative," he said playfully.
The waiter arrived with the first dishes. Joyce tasted a bite and raised her eyebrows.
"The food is delicious. I didn't expect it to be this good," she said.
"I'm glad you like it. Though if you want boredom, I can tell you how we calibrate a spectrometer for six hours straight," Leo said with mock gravity.
Joyce feigned horror.
"That sounds terrible."
"Well, at least nothing exploded. That's already an achievement in Experimental Physics," Leo laughed.
"That was a very bad joke… but it made me laugh," Joyce said, shaking her head.
"Then it served its purpose," Leo replied, satisfied.
Joyce studied him, shifting her tone.
"Leo, tell me something… what exactly do you work on in the lab? I've heard rumors your department is involved in very advanced projects."
Leo raised his eyebrows, pretending to think.
"Well, yes… advanced projects. But most of it is making sure students don't electrocute themselves with the equipment," he said jokingly.
"Come on, don't tell me it's all that simple. I know you work with complex spectra. What are you really looking for?" Joyce pressed.
Leo took a sip of wine and smiled.
"We're looking for the best recipe so the lab coffee doesn't taste like dirty water," he said broadly.
Joyce laughed, but didn't break eye contact.
"You're very good at dodging. Do you always answer with jokes?"
"Only when the questions are too serious for dinner," Leo said calmly.
Joyce leaned her elbow on the table, staring at him.
"Then tell me, what does an experimental physicist do when no one is watching?"
Leo shrugged.
"The same as anyone: eat, sleep, and think about how to keep experiments from exploding."
"That sounds like an elegant lie," Joyce teased.
"Maybe. But elegant lies also make good company," Leo said, raising his glass in a toast.
Joyce joined him, smiling.
"I've always been intrigued by how physicists see the world. Everything seems like numbers and formulas."
"And I've always been intrigued by how chemists see it. Everything seems like mixtures and reactions. In the end, we're both trying to understand the same thing: how reality works," Leo said.
"I like how you put it. It sounds like you enjoy what you do."
"Yes, I enjoy it. Though I enjoy more when someone asks me interesting questions over dinner," Leo said, looking directly at her.
"So I'm interesting?" Joyce asked, leaning closer.
"Well, it's not every day a beautiful chemist decides to sit with me. That's already interesting," Leo said.
Joyce lowered her gaze with a light smile.
"You know how to say things in a way that sounds good."
The conversation flowed with laughter, comments about the university, and reflections on life. Joyce asked questions with an investigative undertone, and Leo answered with humor, evasions, and small elegant lies that turned the dialogue into a game. The night advanced, and for both it was clear the dinner was not just food: it was the beginning of something more, an exchange of words and glances that had only just begun.
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The waiter cleared the last plates and Leo paid calmly. Joyce watched him with a light smile, as if enjoying how naturally he handled every detail. As they left the restaurant, the night greeted them with fresh air, and the city lights twinkled like nearby stars.
"Do you want to walk a little? Helps to digest the food," Leo said, offering his arm.
Joyce looked at him curiously, then smiled.
"Sounds perfect. Besides, the night is too beautiful to go straight home," she said, linking her arm with his.
They walked together toward the nearby park. The place was lit by old lampposts, and the trees cast long shadows across the paths. The city's murmur faded, replaced by the rustle of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirp of a cricket.
"I've always liked this park," Leo said, looking around. "It's like a small refuge inside the city."
"It's peaceful. Doesn't feel like Pasadena," Joyce said, observing the empty benches and couples walking in the distance.
Leo smiled.
"Exactly. Here no one talks about experiments or spectra. Only simple things, as if the world were less complicated."
Joyce looked at him mischievously.
"And what would you talk about, if not science?"
Leo shrugged, amused.
"Anything. Bad movies, music, what I had for breakfast. Even silly jokes."
Joyce raised an eyebrow.
"Silly jokes? Let's hear one."
Leo thought for a moment, then smiled.
"Do you know what the oldest animal is?"
"No," Joyce said, intrigued.
"The zebra. Because it's in black and white," Leo said solemnly.
Joyce stared for a second, surprised, then burst into laughter.
"That was terrible… but it made me laugh," she said, covering her mouth.
"Then it served its purpose," Leo said, satisfied.
They kept walking, letting the conversation drift to trivial topics. They talked about campus cafeterias, eccentric professors, and students who seemed to live in the library. Joyce shared an anecdote about a failed experiment in her lab, and Leo replied with another about a colleague who confused a high‑voltage cable with a low‑voltage one.
"I think we all have lab stories that sound like comedy sketches," Joyce laughed.
"Yes, and the best part is nobody believes them outside the university," Leo said.
The park stretched before them, with paths winding among trees and solitary benches. They stopped by a small fountain, where water fell with a constant murmur. Joyce leaned on the edge, watching the reflection of the lights in the water.
"You know? I'm glad I insisted on this dinner," Joyce said softly.
Leo looked at her calmly.
"Me too. Not every day someone makes me forget the lab."
Joyce turned to him, smiling lightly.
"Is that hard?"
"Very. But with you it was easy," Leo said, without breaking eye contact.
Silence settled for a moment, comfortable, as if both understood there was no need to fill every second with words. The wind moved Joyce's hair, and Leo watched her closely, noticing how the lamplight highlighted her features.
"Are you always this… direct?" Joyce asked, breaking the silence with a playful smile.
"Only when it's worth it," Leo said.
Joyce lowered her gaze, amused.
"You know that sounds like a compliment too calculated."
"Maybe. But it's still true," Leo said.
They walked again, slower now, as if wanting to prolong each step. The park was nearly empty, and the cool air surrounded them. Joyce brushed her arm against Leo's, a small but intentional gesture.
"And now what do we do?" Joyce asked playfully.
"Keep walking… or let the night decide," Leo said, leaning closer.
Joyce raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds like a dangerous invitation."
"Dangerous invitations are usually the most interesting," Leo said.
They stopped by an empty bench. Leo gestured for them to sit, and Joyce agreed, settling beside him.
"You know what I like about you?" Joyce said, resting her chin on her hand.
"That you ask me hard questions and then laugh at my answers," Leo said with a smile.
"That too. But what I like most is that you don't try to impress. You talk as if everything were a game," Joyce said.
"Because life is more fun when it's played," Leo replied.
Joyce studied him in silence, as if searching for something in his gaze. The air between them grew more intimate.
"And what game comes next?" Joyce asked softly.
Leo leaned a little closer.
"Whichever you want," he said.
Joyce smiled, leaning closer too. One thing led to another: the conversation turned into glances, the glances into gestures, and the gestures into an inevitable
Leo brushed his hand against Joyce's, and she didn't pull away. On the contrary, she intertwined her fingers with his. The closeness felt natural, as if it had been written from the beginning.
"You know this is a bad idea," Joyce whispered, her voice barely breaking the air.
"Maybe. But bad ideas are usually the most fun," Leo said.
Joyce laughed softly, and at that instant, Leo leaned toward her. Their lips met in a kiss that began gently but soon grew more intense, more passionate. The world around them disappeared: there was no park, no lampposts, no city. Only them, tangled in a moment that seemed eternal.
The kiss lingered, charged with contained energy, with unspoken words, with unanswered questions. Joyce held him tightly, as if she didn't want to let go. Leo responded with the same intensity, letting everything else fade away.
When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily, but smiling. Joyce rested her forehead against Leo's, closing her eyes.
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The silence of the park still surrounded them after the kiss. Joyce still had her forehead pressed against Leo's, breathing heavily, but with a smile that revealed more than words.
"I'd like to go somewhere more private… like your apartment," Joyce said, her voice low, almost a whisper blending with the murmur of the nearby fountain.
Leo looked at her calmly, never breaking eye contact.
"More private, huh?" Leo said, smiling with a playful edge.
Joyce held his gaze, her intensity unbroken.
"Yes. I want to see how you live, what your space is like," Joyce said lightly, though her words carried a deeper undertone.
Leo chuckled softly, tilting his head.
"Sounds tempting. But my apartment isn't exactly the most romantic place. It's full of papers, cables, and a model train that takes up half the living room," Leo said with humor.
Joyce raised an eyebrow, amused.
"So you're telling me your apartment is a laboratory disguised as a home," Joyce said.
"Exactly. And I don't want your first impression of me to be a mess of wires and circuits," Leo said, firm but light.
Joyce looked at him mischievously.
"And what's your alternative?" Joyce asked.
Leo stood from the bench, offering her his hand.
"Come, I'll show you," Leo said.
She took his hand, and they walked together to the car. The ride was brief, both silent but smiling in ways that said more than words. Leo opened the door for Joyce, as he had before, and she settled into the seat.
As he drove, Leo glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"You know, I like that you want to see my world. But tonight… I'd rather it be our world," Leo said quietly.
Joyce looked at him, intrigued.
"Our world?" she asked.
Leo, keeping his eyes on the road, replied lightly:
"Yes. One without trains or spectra. Just you and me."
Joyce lowered her gaze, smiling faintly, hiding her satisfaction.
"I like how that sounds," Joyce said.
The car moved through the lit streets, leaving the park and restaurant behind. Joyce thought they were heading to Leo's apartment, but soon noticed the route didn't match.
"Where are we going?" Joyce asked curiously.
Leo turned the wheel smoothly, entering a wider avenue.
"To somewhere more private. But not my apartment," Leo said firmly.
Joyce looked at him, surprised.
"You're not taking me to your apartment?" she asked.
Leo nodded, smiling calmly.
"I'd rather tonight not be marked by my papers and trains. I want it to be something different, something we can remember without distractions," Leo said.
Joyce watched him silently, processing his words. Finally, she smiled.
"I like the way you think," Joyce said.
The car stopped in front of a discreet hotel, elegant but without ostentation. Leo turned off the engine and looked at her.
"Welcome to our world for tonight," Leo said softly.
Joyce stared at him, a mix of surprise and complicity in her eyes.
"You know, I didn't expect this. But I like it," Joyce said.
Leo stepped out of the car and walked around to open her door. Joyce got out slowly, still smiling. She took his hand, and together they walked toward the hotel entrance.
The lobby was lit with warm lights, the atmosphere calm, almost intimate. Leo requested a room naturally, without losing his composure. Joyce watched him, intrigued by every gesture, every decision.
As they rode the elevator, silence returned—but it was a silence heavy with tension, with expectation. Joyce moved closer, brushing her arm against his.
"You know this changes the rules of the game," Joyce said softly.
Leo looked at her with a faint smile.
"Rules are meant to be broken," Leo said.
The elevator stopped, the doors opened. They walked together down the hallway until they reached the room. Leo opened the door and let her in first. Joyce entered, scanning the space quickly, but soon her focus returned to him.
"So… this is our world for tonight," Joyce said, smiling with a mix of complicity and desire.
Leo closed the door behind them, approaching slowly.
"Exactly. Just you and me," Leo said.
The air grew heavier, charged with contained energy. Joyce moved closer, and Leo responded with the same intensity. Their lips met again, this time without interruption, in a passionate kiss that marked the beginning of a different night—far from trains, far from laboratories, far from everything except the two of them.
The door closed softly behind them, shutting out the hallway's murmur. The room glowed with warm, discreet light, wrapping the space in intimacy. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Leo turned to Joyce, and without words, their lips met again. The kiss was immediate, charged with the energy held back since the park, more intense, more determined.
Joyce held him tightly, and Leo drew her closer, walking together as they kissed, unconcerned with direction. The path led them to the bed, where they fell gently, still entwined in an embrace that seemed endless.
Between laughter and heavy breaths, Joyce pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
"So… will it be what you claim?" Joyce asked with a mischievous smile, her words loaded with double meaning.
Leo laughed, resting his forehead against hers.
"You'll have to find out yourself," Leo said softly, amused.
Silence returned, but it wasn't empty—it was full of tension, of expectation, of what was about to happen. The warm light, the gazes, the hands that wouldn't let go… everything hung in the air, as if time had stopped just before revealing what came next.
[Ten thousand words omitted. We all know what happened. Let's just say: it was good.]
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