"Who's that?" Steve smirks, knowingly.
"Who do you think?" I lightly smile as I begin to lean in.
"Hi, baby." He whispers and pulls me in the rest of the way for a kiss.
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Last night at Enzo's
"What can I get for the lovely couple tonight?" Our waiter asks us once we're seated.
"We'll take a bottle of your best wine and... What's your house special tonight?" Steve asks him.
"Tonight is our famous Fettuccine Carbonara."
Steve looks over the table to me, giving me a questionable look. I simply nod my head in return, telling him that sounds good.
"We'll have that." Steve says to our waiter.
"Excellent choice, sir. I will be back with your wine and breadsticks." He says and leaves.
"This is very nice, Steve." I smile.
"I'm glad you think so." He smiles back before he takes a glance down at the table. "Oh, our candle isn't lit." He says before lifting his head back up and begins to scan the room for the waiter.
I skillfully glance around the room to see if anyone is watching before I nonchalantly, light the candle with my finger.
"There we go." I smile, catching Steve's attention. "It's fine." I say to him as I put my fire out.
"God, I love you." Steve smiles as he shakes his head.
"Here is your wine and breadsticks." Our waiter says as he places the breadsticks and wine down. He then pulls out a corkscrew and opens the bottle of wine, pouring Steve and I a glass.
We haven't taken our eyes off of each other.
"Thank you." Steve and I say once the waiter finishes.
He simply nods his head in return and walks away. Taking my glass, I raise it to my lips and take a sip.
"How is it?" Steve asks me from across the table.
"It's really good." I smile at him.
Steve smiles back and takes a breadstick from the bowl.
"So, the reason why I wanted to bring you here was because..." He says, sounding a little nervous. "Because..."
"Steve?" I whisper, leaning over the table a little.
"Doyouwanttomoveintogether?" He hurriedly says before taking a bite of his breadstick, followed by a gulp of his wine.
"What?" I ask, having absolutely no idea what he just said.
Steve gives me a look and mumbles to himself, "Really, she didn't hear that?"
"Baby, just take a deep breath and say it again." I reassure him, reaching across the table, softly grabbing a hold of his hand.
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002 - Steve Harrington
Fanfiction"You've made Papa proud Two. My sweet, darling Josephine." ~ All rights to the Duffers and other creators of Stranger Things. I only claim my character. *Disclaimer* This is the first story I've ever wrote, sorry in advance.
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