thank you, handsome *smiles and kisses your cheek softly before getting in your car and puts on my seatbelt*

*thinks for a moment before answering you* no, i have not *glances over at you as i ask* but i’m guessing it’s really good?

oh really? now i’m excited to try some *grins softly and looks forward at the road* i’m from california, born and raised in los angeles. what about you?

*laughs softly and nods as i listen to you* don’t worry, thunder would scare me too when i was a child, and sometimes still does when it’s all of a sudden. besides wildfires, the main natural disaster that occurs here are earthquakes but most of the time i wouldn’t even notice or feel them. doesn’t north carolina have scarier natural disasters?

mhm, now i know that if i get scared by thunder i’ll be running to you *smiles softly* oh, that’s nice to know. i thought you guys had like hurricanes and tornadoes butttt you just told me that it’s more like tornado scares *looks around when you pull into a parking garage and waits for you to park your truck before unbuckling*

got it *watches you with a smile on my face as you come over to my side then smiles at you when you open my door* such a fine gentleman, thank you *hops out and slips my hand into yours*

*swings our hands a little as i also look around while we walk* it does look pretty so far *glances up at you when i ask you* do you come here often?

that sounds nice *grins softly while listening to you, joining you in looking at the buildings as we’re walking* this does seem like a good place to go for a run with the weather like this and how pretty it is here

you like hot days? *thanks you when you open the door for me, smiling at you before looking around after we walk in, staying close to you*

*smiles small and tilts my head to the side a bit, slightly raising an eyebrow out of curiosity* i’ve never heard of fried pickles before until now *grabs one of the menus from our table and begins to look through it*

*laughs softly and shakes my head* wellll, i didn’t even know that existed *after a few seconds of looking at the menu, i put it down and look at you instead* i’ll just end up having whatever you’ll have

*thinks for a moment while you order your drink then looks at the waitress as i order mine* i’ll just have a strawberry lemonade

*waits for her to leave before i gasp dramatically but also quietly, placing one of my hands over my heart while looking at you* childish? *tries my best not to laugh* i’ll have you know that strawberry lemonade is one of the absolute best drinks out there

*laughs softly and shakes my head slightly* oh be quiet, you’re just jealous you didn’t think about ordering that drink so now you’re stuck with something else *sticks my tongue out at you playfully*

*smiles softly as i keep my eyes on you as you order then shakes my head again* no, i’m okay *thanks the waitress before she leaves then takes the wrapper off my straw before inserting the straw inside my cup of lemonade* i’m happy now that i have my childish, yet amazinggg drink

aw, i wouldn’t want you to be sad *grins and slides my glass across the table towards you* you’ll love it.. hopefully

*chews on the inside of my bottom lip gently while looking at you as you think then smiles* told youuu *shakes my head slightly* no thank you *takes a sip of my lemonade*

*takes a quick look around the restaurant and takes another sip of my lemonade then thanks the waitress when she brings and sets down the pickles* what genre of music does the band play here? jazz?

*smiles when you say yes then nods a little* i took an ethnomusicology class about jazz and where it originated so when you said new orleans, i figured they’d play jazz music, if you would’ve said otherwise i would’ve been sad

it was a ge class. i’m studying psychology *looks down at the plate of fried pickles then grabs one and eats it*

mhm *smiles softly then makes a thinking face before answering like you did when you tasted my lemonade then smiles again* it’s good, first time trying it and i like it

*quietly hums along to the music playing in the background and grabs another one and eats it before moving my glass of lemonade to the side when the server comes and sets down our food, asking us if we need anything else* no, i’m good *looks at you to see if you need anything else before she leaves*

*watches you for a moment before laughing softly* i bet *also grabs a spoonful of the food and takes a bite*