"So... I have this crazy idea." (O/O Romance rp)

"Come on, I need actual food and a milkshake."

"Let's go then!" she cried, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the restaurant.

Damian looked down at their clasped hands with wide eyes, letting her tug him along.

Starr didn't notice, just pulled him through the door.

"It smells like eggs." He stated.

"That's what it's supposed to smell like," she muttered.

Damian sung the word egg on repeat as the waiter took them to a booth in the back.

"Shut up, would you?" she hissed, a smile on her face.

"Egg egg egg egg egg egg egg egg-"

"Damian!" she giggled.

Damian pulled her towards him before she could sit down, dipping her effortlessly, and leaned close to her ear. "Egg."

Starr had been a dancer for several years, so her body melted to his movements. "Stop it and let me sit down, will you?"

Damian rolled is eyes, pulling her back up. "Fine."

"Thank you," she said, sliding into her chair. "Since when did you know how to do that?"

"Do what?" He asked, picking up the menu and flipping through it.

"Dip someone," she answered, looking steadily at him.

Damian looked up, catching her gaze, and shrugged. "I took a class."

"And you didn't tell me?" she asked with a smirk. "You knew I took dance."

"It was going to be a surprise." He looked back down at the menu. "You're so good at it, I thought it would be kinda cool to see what was so awesome about it."

She laughed. "I didn't know I was such a model citizen."

"You, model citizen?"

"Sarcasm," she said, waving her hand dismissively as she looked at the menu.

"D'ya think if I asked, they would just put the eggs in a blender for me?"

"No! Do not ask that!" Starr reprimanded through laughs.

"No! Do not ask that!" Starr reprimanded through laughs.

"I'm totally gonna ask." Damian said, feigning determination. "I'll pay extra."

"Nooooooo," Starr moaned, laying her head on the table. "I'll die of second hand embarrassment."

"Then perish." He said simply, no trace of emotion in his voice. And then he burst int laughter.

"You can't keep a straight face if your life depended on it!" she retorted, lifting her head to look at him.

He flipped her off, still snickering. "Maybe so."