“Umm…. I don’t mind.”
“I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a few different restaurants,” he says casually as he starts the car.
I frown.
“You get to pick, either Italian, Thai, Vietnamese, à la carte or good old fashioned country food”.
My heart swells. “I’m happy to eat whatever you want.”
“Oh no you don’t, you pick. I’m not having this on me if you don’t like the food.”
“Trust me Dylan, I like all food.”
He raises an impatient eyebrow.
“Okay then, Italian?”
“Sounds good.” With his eyes on the road, he reaches over and takes my hand and puts it on his muscular thigh, I smile out the window.
This is already the best date of my life.
He booked five restaurants so I could choose.
He’s a thoughtful god.
The restaurant is small and quaint, candles adorn the tables and Italian music is being piped through the speakers.
We both sit quietly as the waiter fills our glasses.
“Thank you,” we both say in unison as he finishes, he walks away leaving us alone.
“So,” he says as his eyes find mine across the table.
“So….” I beam.
“I have many questions for the beautiful Miss Zoe.”
I smile into my wine glass, “Same.”
“Such as?” he asks.
“What’s your surname?”
He bursts out laughing, “Good opener.”
I laugh too.
“My surname is Andrews.”
“Dylan Andrews.” I smile. “I like that name.”
“I like you,” he fires back without hesitation.
Nerves dance in my stomach,he likes me.
“Do you want to know my surname?” I ask.
“I know your surname.”
