“You want hot sauce on those chicken, right?” “No, not today.” I frown. “You always get hot sauce.” “And you hate spicy food.” WhaaatOhhhh. It clicks. He plans to kiss me sometime soon. That, I like. We pick up our orders, pay and settle down across the street on the fountain ledge. He gently rocks the champagne cork from the bottle and it sighs once released. He pours each of us enough to fill our two flimsy Styrofoam cups.
AWHH. this is literally first-date-vibes. they're so adorable :')
