~Rachel's POV~
Ross had asked if I was hungry, and of course I was. I'm constantly hungry! I could eat a whole horse and still be hungry after that.
He took my hand and I had a hard time controlling my breathing. I interlocked my fingers with his and squeezed them a little. I couldn't help it.
We were led to some sort of restaurant and as we went, I almost collapsed. Not only am I clumsy, but I was holding hands with my dream guy. What did I ever do to deserve this?
We all walked inside the restaurant and were led to a large table outside, where our waiter gave us our menus.
I looked over at Ross.
"So, what do you recommend?" I asked him. He told me his favorite dish and we waited for the waiter to come back, innocently flirting to pass the time.
A/N: sorry this is so short. Like really really really short. My brain is dry.
