It could be worse: A one on one (CLOSED)

"Okay then. Do you want to go home now?"

"Sure, I guess." she said.

"Okay then." He left the room to got to his motorcycle, turned it on and waited for Samantha again.

Samantha hopped on and said, "Dinner?"

"Sure, where?" He asked as he drove off to their house.

"Anywhere."

"I'm terrible at picking, you pick."

"The first restaurant we see, we'll go to. Okay? Let's try something new."

"Okay then." He kept driving until he saw a Taco Bell and went over there.

"No, not that. I mean a real restaurant, not a fast food joint."

"Why?" He asked as he went back on the road and looked for a restaurant.

"Because I don't feel like gaining weight."

"But don't real restaurants make you fatter?"

"No, actually. Higher fat content in fast food, whereas most restaurants have lower fat content in their dishes."

(Hai! Good morning!)

(Hello?)

(srry about that, I wasn't able to be on yesterday. FORGIVE MEH)
"Okay then, smarty pants."

"Well, if you really want a heart attack," she said, "Be my guest."

"No thanks, a restaurant it is." He said as he looked around for a real restaurant.

"So, what do you think about meeting my brother?" Samantha asked tentatively.

"He looked shady in the beginning."

"And now?"

"Pretty nice now."

"So, have you spotted a place to eat?" Samantha asked.

"Yep," He pulled into a fancy restaurant and got off his motorcycle and held the door open for Samantha.

"Such a gentleman." Samantha said sarcastically, opening the other door and walking through it.

"Let me be nice for once." He said as he walked through the door that he held open for Samantha.

"Yeah, and I always know it's only going to happen once. You're not really the gentleman-ly type."

"Well, I can be a gentleman if you want me to."

"No, it's normally just creepy. Don't."