Jennie
Lisa opened the door for me to a small pizza place, "I hope this doesn't go against your diet for tonight." she said in an apologetic tone.
I waved off her comment, "I've been good all week and I've been dying for a pizza." She looked at me and grinned, putting her arm around my waist and pressing me against her, "What kind of slice are you getting?"
I stared at the menu my eyes landing on my preferred topping, "Definitely Hawaiian."
Lisa dramatically pushed me away lightly, "Blasphemy! Pineapple does not belong on pizza!"
I laughed and held out my hand to hold, "It's so good though!"
"You're lucky that you're cute or your pizza preferences would not be forgivable." we both laughed, "Go grab a table for us, I'll order."
I looked for a table in the corner hoping that it would give us a little bit of privacy. I felt a little overdressed in my dress and heels but I would've rather been having pizza than overpriced Italian food. I didn't care because as long as I was with Lisa, she could take me to watch paint dry and I would've loved every second of it.
