Second Date?Mature


I slide into a seat across the booth from Elliot. He simply smiles at me, focusing his dark blue eyes on the menu. I force myself to look down at my own menu, trying to slow down my racing thoughts. 

"What would you like to drink?" A man with black, curly hair asks. He's holding a notepad and pen in his hand and giving us a waiting look. 

"Water, please," Elliot says, glancing briefly at the menu. 

"I'll take some mountain dew," I tell him. I've always loved mountain dew.

"I'll be right back with those," he says, stuffing the notepad and pen into a front pocket in his blue apron and hurrying away. He almost runs into another waiter in the process. 

He comes back a few minutes later and places our drinks on the table, tossing two straws down next to them. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yeah, thanks," Elliot says, telling him his order. The man nods, scribbling it down onto his notepad. 

I tell him my order and then the man disappears once more, this time running into a chair along the way. I raise my eyebrow at Elliot and he bursts out laughing.


"I had a really good time with you tonight," Elliot says as we make our way back to my house. "Maybe we could do it again?"

I stare at him, my cheeks reddening. 'Did he just ask me out on a second date? Was this even a first date?' I ask myself. 'I don't think I even like him that way...' 

"I um... I'll have to think about it," I mumble, not looking him in the eye. I probably look weird, or really nervous, to him right now. 

"Alright, great," he says cheerily, stopping when he reaches the sidewalk in front of my house. "I'll see you tomorrow at school, Cam."

"Y-yeah. See you then," I tell him. He throws one last smile over his shoulder as he walks away back down the street.

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