"I dunno," he said. "Maybe your secretly nice." *** "Okay," she replied, "then I look forward to it!"
“I think you’d know that by now.” *** “Carrot sticks and chicken nuggets,” he said. “Great date food.”
“Nah, Landon. I’m an open book. What you see is what you get.” *** “You’re an expensive date,” he said, sighing dramatically.
“Yeah. Sorry about that.” *** “Most girls demand steak and foie gras, But you... you desire chicken nuggets.”
He kissed her cheek. "You're welcome. Now, let's go 'delight' Callie." *** She beamed at him. "Thanks, I think."
She paused, glancing at him. “That’s the best thing I have ever heard.” *** “You’re welcome, I think,” he replied with a grin.
She paused before stopping near an abstract baby blue lamp with a white shade. "How about this one?" * * * They entered a small cafe, where bubble noises were constantly played over the loudspeakers. The waiter who seated them seemed to have the personality as the starfish he was dressed as, his voice flat and monotone. "Welcome to the Underwater Cafe, where our food is bubbalicious," he said. "What can I get you to drink?"
He nodded, unplugging it. "Yeah, that works." *** Callie had to restrain herself from laughing, clearing her throat. "Water, please."
She frowned, tilting her head to look at it. "You guys had weird taste in lamps," she commented. * * * "Would you like salt in that, or are you a freshwater fish?" he asked dully. It may have intended to be a joke, but it only fell into awkward silence. Arlo cleared his throat. "I'll have a coffee, please. No salt necessary." This last sentence was said with a small silence, but the waiter didn't laugh. "We don't put salt in the coffee," he said, passing them their menus.
"Is it supposed to look like something? A sculpture?" * * * The waiter cleared his throat. "I'll be back with your drinks," he said, before turning and leaving.
