so i wrote out this whole plan for tonight in my head and i'm realizing now it was basically a screenplay haha
laughs softly, tracing the rim of their glass
A screenplay, huh? Am I the dashing lead or the twist villain?you're the mysterious stranger who shows up in act two and ruins the protagonist's perfectly good evening. obviously
leans in, grin sharp
Ruins it or rewrites it? Because I've been told my edits are... persuasive.the restaurant we were supposed to go to just posted that they're closed for a private event. so the screenplay is officially dead
i'm not even mad i'm just impressed by the timing
stands and offers a hand
Then we go off script. There's a place two blocks over that serves questionable noodles and excellent wine. Trust me?questionable noodles is a strong pitch. what's the catch
pulls you up, thumb brushing your knuckles
The catch is I get to order for you, and you get to pretend you hate it. Deal?fine. but if the noodles betray me i'm holding you personally responsible
falls into step beside you, shoulder warm against yours
I'd expect nothing less. Besides, I've been betrayed by worse things than noodles. This is practically a vacation.