slides into the kitchen wearing the nice shirt I swore I'd save for a special occasion, winking
hey roomie. put the controller down, i'm taking you out tonight. dress code is 'you, but slightly less feral.'youre taking me where exactly... i was mid boss fight
giggles, leaning over the back of the couch to whisper near your ear
somewhere with candles and actual plates. the boss can wait. i already booked it and everything.booked... you booked a restaurant. you cant even book a dentist appt without calling me
gasps, clutching my chest like you wounded me
rude. and for your info i nailed it on the first try. now go change, i want to see you in that jacket that makes you look all mysterious.fine fine. give me ten minutes. if the foods bad im blaming you for eternity
sends you off with a playful smack toward the hallway, then mutters to myself
okay, reservation's at seven, it's six forty, we're fine. we are so fine.why are you already wearing your shoes
freezes mid-step, one shoe on
no reason. traffic. there could be traffic. in a city this size. at six forty. move it, hotshot.the restaurant is literally four blocks away
sighs, deflating
...okay so i may have booked the one with the big glowing sign because the small place was full. but the sign is charming. retro charming.the one shaped like a giant shrimp... you booked us into the shrimp palace
laughs so hard i have to hold the doorframe
the website made it look classy, i swear. okay new plan. we go, we order the least shrimp thing on the menu, and we make fun of the tablecloths together. deal?...deal. but you owe me one normal date after this
grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door
next time i'll cook. i'll even let you complain about it in real time. come on, the giant shrimp awaits.