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The Hero And The Photographer

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"You." I said, narrowing my eyes.

"Busted." He said, breaking into a smile, which I'm sure he thought would make me forget everything he had said.

"Look, I know you think you can just get your way Mr. Queen, but I already told you, it doesn't work that way! Now I'm sorry you had to spend your money, but if you'll excuse me, I'm going home now." I said, suddenly feeling very disappointed.

"Hey, I'm sorry for what I said, alright? This is me trying to make amends. Please, just have dinner?" He said, gesturing at the table.

I glanced at the gorgeous table, and thought about the delicious food I could have. At no cost... With an incredibly attractive, if not full of himself, man... 

"Fine." I said, my voice sounding begrudging, when in reality I was totally all over the idea of this date once again.

"Thank you." He said smiling. 

I approached the table and he quickly walked behind me, and pulled the chair out. I blushed slightly as I sat down and he pushed me in. It was quite gentlemanly, he must be serious about this whole amends thing.

"I hope you don't mind that I already ordered, that way it would be ready by the time you got here." He said as he sat across from me, a small smile on his face. 

"Oh, yeah, that's not a problem." I said, smiling a little. Please no kung pow, please no kung pow, please no kung pow... I prayed. I could eat any hot food, I'd even eaten ghost pepper chicken wings*, my problem was I would get gas... And on a date with a rich, hot man? I don't think so...

I looked up to find him staring intently at me, his hands crossed, pointer fingers resting on his lips.

"What, is there something on my face?" I asked, covering my mouth with a hand. 

"No." He said.

The silence came and I heard a cricket chirp, cliche as it sounds.

"Well, then, what?" I asked him, meeting his gaze. 

"Nothing." He said, and before I could interrogate him further, a plate of food was placed in front of him and me, along with a strawberry daiquiri for me and a beer for him. I blushed. "Uh, I can't drin-" 

"It's virgin." He said, picking up a fork and looking at me with a smile.

I blushed again, even though I knew there was no possible way he could know that I was still a virgin, and I knew he was talking about the drink.

"Oh, thanks..." I said, also wondering how he knew how old I was.

I looked down at my plate and smiled.  

"I love sweet and sour pork!" I chirped, picking up my fork and spearing a piece. 

"I know." He said. 

I looked at him and smiled a slightly confused smile. He just returned to his food. 

"So Mr. Queen, what's your favorite color?" I asked him, before taking another bite of food. 

"Green." He said.

"What's your favorite sport?" I asked him.

"Volleyball, and hockey, and baseball." He said.

"I play volleyball!" I said, excited we had something in common. Then I blushed at my ourburst and quickly covered it with another question.

"What's your favorite thing to do?" I questioned, well aware this was starting to sound like an interrogation.

"Women." He said, giving me the best poker face in the world.

I started cracking up. 

"Best answer to that question goes to the Rich Boy." I teased, taking another bite of my quickly cooling food. I looked down to find that I had unfortunately, already, ate most of it. I must look like a total pig, I though blushing for what seemed the billionth time that night. I grabbed my drink and took a sip, and then I found heaven.

I stared in wonder at the glass.

"This is the best thing in the fu-reaking world!" I said, blushing yet again and covering up my almost slip up with a quick drink of the daiquiri. 

Now it was Oliver's turn to laugh. I blushed and covered my face with my hands.

"That sounded like a twelve year old at Christmas." I said through my fingertips. 

"It was the best thing anyone has ever said on a date with me." He said. 

I smiled and peaked at him through my fingertips.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked suddenly. 

"Oh, uh, sure." I said, putting my hands down. We stood sort of awkwardly, and started to walk away from the table, towards the boardwalk further behind the restuarant. "Wait!" I said stopping suddenly, Oliver turned to me raising an eyebrow. I blushed furiously but ran back to the table and held up my drink cup which was still mostly full. "Can I take this with us?" I asked sheepishly, ducking my head down. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes, to find him smiling and laughing.

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