I smiled as I watched Drew make us dinner. We had been dating for a couple months now and wanted to do something more romantic with each other.
Drew turned around and smiled at me, "Are you ready?"
"Yes I am," I said.
"Cool, now could you go wait for me at the dining room table please?"
"Hm... Okay, but only because you said please."
Drew laughed and then turned back to the food. I started walking to the table. The food smelt dilicious. Drew could really cook.
I reached the table and my mouth dropped.
Candles were lit, a small vase of roses were on the side, heck there was even a white table cloth. Drew had done all of this for us?
I smiled and sat done on one of the chairs. After only maybe two minutes, Drew came in with the plates.
"Okay, this one's for you," he said setting the covered plate down in front of me, "And this one's for me," he said putting the plate down and then sitting down.
"Drew, this is beautiful," I said before we began to eat.
He smiled, "Thanks, I wanted it to be kind of like a restaurant."
"It's better than a restaurant. Only here would we be allowed to eat fancy dinner in sweats," I said giggling a bit.
He laughed, "That is true. But only the best for you Cayla."
I blushed and looked down at my covered plate. Covered.
"So, what's for dinner?" I asked pointing down to the plate.
"We are eating..." He stood up and came over to me. He grabbed the cover and then lifted it up dramatically, "Apple spaghetti."
I smiled looking up at him, "Perfect."
- Maria (Sorry, don't know how well this one is)