CONSUME

[20] last first date

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"So, you excited for Prom this year?" Dylan's voice asked me, as we sat across from one another at some random diner that I'd never heard of. We were probably the only two people here that were under the age of 65.

"Sure, isn't everyone?" I replied, taking a sip from the glass of Coke in front of me, sucking on the straw.

I noticed Dylan's eyes fall to my lips as I drank.

"Guess so."

And... silence.

This is how most of the night has been going. We went to the movies before this, and it was mostly quiet between us. I mean, it's a movie. Not much room for talking anyways. Sure, he did try to get a little bit handsy, but nothing more than a hand on my thigh and his knee touching mine.

That much alone did kind of weird me out, but if I wanted this to work, I can't be totally repulsed by him.

"Well, what did you think of the movie?"

We watched the new Indiana Jones movie. And though I used to love the original movies as a kid, this new one was nothing but average in my opinion.

"Yeah, it was okay."

"I mean, you probably haven't seen the first three movies. Which is fine, not many girls our age have. But if you actually understand all of the previous films, I think this one--"

"Who said I haven't seen the first three?"

"Oh, you have?"

I only rolled my eyes and he didn't seem to notice, and also didn't seem to want to let me do any talking. He went on, and on, and on about the stupid movie and all I could think about is how much I didn't care.

Once the waitress came back with our check, Dylan didn't take it from her and just let her put it on the table. And he didn't seem much too eager to pay for it, either.

It was awkward, because both of us were looking at the bill, but neither of us were grabbing it. And so I decided to just move this shit along.

"Here, let me get it. Since you paid for the movie," I pursed my lips with a small smile and reached for the white receipt, digging through my purse and getting out my wallet.

"Oh, you don't have to," He spoke, but not very enthusiastically.

What an asshole.

I've never been a stickler for gender rules, but if he's going to be the one to ask me out, the least he can do is pay. But whatever. I didn't mind all that much and so I handed my card to the waitress and eventually, we left the restaurant.

He walked out and I stepped behind him, us now walking towards Dylan's car.

The summer breeze hit my face, making my hair blow in the wind. It was dark out now, and so I pulled out my phone to see a few Snapchat notifications, and the time. It was 8:00pm.

We got into the car in silence, and Dylan started the engine but didn't start driving. He didn't even put his hand on the gear shift and so we just kind of sat here in the parking lot.

I cleared my throat, waiting for him to hopefully say something.

"Do you want to go to the park?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "The park? This late?"

"Yeah," He finally reversed out of the parking lot and turned onto the road, "It's fun at night. I go all the time."

"Oh, you take all your first dates there?" I joked.