Dinner was alright. Nothing spectacular, but not bad. The bottle of wine was now gone, and after two or so hours of conversation, the night could have ended then and there, and not have been considered a flop. After all this was the first real date that I had taken you to after staying cooped up in the house for two weeks.
"Isn't it a full moon tonight?" I ask.
"Um, I don't really know to tell you the truth." You answer not knowing where the conversation is heading.
"C'mon, we gotta go find out!"
"But we still need to pay for..."
But by then I was already standing, and motioning to the waitress.
"Sara, a wonderful evening as always!"
I kiss the waitress on the cheek, and hand her three $100 dollar bills. I lean back towards you and hold out my hand. Your voice has a note of sarcasm
