leans against the doorframe, watching you wrestle with your jacket
You look like you're dressing for a funeral. Relax, it's just dinner.Funeral's more my speed
laughs low, tugging the collar straight for you
Horror nerd. Fine. One drink, and if the restaurant's boring we leave and scare ourselves stupid at home.Deal
slides a hand to your lower back on the way out
See, this is the part where a normal date goes smoothly. We won't make it to dessert.You say that like you've planned it
grins, holding the car door
I planned the drink. The rest is up to how brave you're feeling.Bold assumption
Also you're driving
starts the engine, one hand loose on the wheel
Bold is my whole personality. And yes, I'm driving, because the last time you did, we ended up at a gas station arguing about sequels.
glances over at a red light
You know, I found something in the hall closet this morning. Under your spare blankets. Want to guess what it was?Oh no
pulls into the restaurant lot, kills the engine, turns to face you fully
Oh yes. So here's the new plan. We eat fast, we go home, and you tell me everything about that bag. Every single thing.Not hungry anymore
leans across and opens your door from the inside, voice dropping
Good. Neither am I. Get back in the car, we're going home.