Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 12:58:52 GMT -6
Bon swallowed thickly, trying to get her heart to stop playing freaking Beethoofen's 9th on her ribcage. W-well... that... was a thing that happened, she thought. No biggie. ...Just. Maybe save it for the second date next time, there, Juliet. Stupid spaghetti. Stupid brain. Stupid adorable Reed. Luckily for them both, it didn't seem like either was able to notice the spaghetti on one another's face. Vision issues will do that to you. Not that he'd have been able to see it anyway, with how red she was turning at the compliment. "Th...thanks," she got out. "...I, uh. Like yours too." Wow. Smoooooth as a barrel full of tacks, she was. But... she did like his looks. Maybe it was shallow, but she had an appreciation for pretty ponies, and he certainly seemed to qualify to her. Like the hunky geek, kinda. Still. She felt... awkward. Not to his fault, but hers; she'd been self conscious all night and it was finally making it hard to talk. But he had a good idea, there. Call it a night, get home... maybe give it another go soon? She managed to smile up at him, taking a quiet, steadying breath. "Yeah, I guess. But don't worry about it," she said, stifling a little giggle as he searched around his pockets. "I've got it. The table was already paid for and all, it's just the tip, anyway." She undaintily pulled a bit-purse from somewhere in her dress and, through feel, counted out... 20 bits? Yeah, 20 seemed like a good tip. Service was good, and this place was a little upscale anyway. "Gimme a minute to get my contacts back in and I'll walk ya home," she said, taking out the napkin. "I had fun tonight, though ~ heh, even with everything being so haphazard... this was so totally worth it." ... Something felt a little weird. There were three little lumps in there. She hadn't broken one, had she? Oh, sugar. |