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Summary: Maybe the date didn't go as planned, but it worked.
W.C. 1533
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So, the plan was mini golfing. That's not what actually transpired after we left the house. Sam practically shoved us out of the house after the meeting before shouting at us to be safe (and throwing a wink at Colby who brushed it off with a laugh). However, as soon as Colby pulled out onto the freeway, it started pouring. That's the joy of living in a desert. Sure, I knew it was going to rain a bit, but I should have known it was going to turn into a full monsoon.
That put a little damper on our plans. Either way, neither of us were against a change in plans. It just meant we had to alter it a little.
"I spy with my little eye," I dragged out as I looked around the scenery to find something, anything, I could see clearly enough to use for the game, "Something...something wet."
"Everything?" Colby chuckled as he briefly looked my way before putting his eyes back on the road. There were not a lot of cars on the road, but it was still dangerous because of the rain. At this point, he had decided to get off the freeway and decided to just drive around surface streets until either of us found somewhere we wanted to stop.
"No way! How did you guess that?" I gasped mockingly as I leaned into his side over the console and wrapped an arm around his arm. He had it resting against the gear stick, and when I leaned in, he moved it to rest against my leg as we intertwined our hands. We sat in a comfortable silence for a second before I looked at his profile and whispered, "Is this alright?"
"If you're comfortable, I'm good," Colby said in the same tone as he rubbed his thumb across my knuckles. "Are you seeing anywhere you want to stop?"
"Not exactly," I chuckled, pulling away a little to look out the window while keeping my hand in his. He drove on for a couple more minutes before I saw the sign of one of my favorite diners, so I pointed it out. "That's one of my favorites! Wanna go there?"
"Works for me," Colby smiled at my enthusiasm as he pulled into the lot and a parking spot closest to the door. When he shut off the car, he immediately opened his door and ran around the car to hold my door open for me. He had his jacket off as he held it over my head, covering it from the rain. I stepped out, quickly pressing myself against him, so we could both fit under the makeshift umbrella.
The diner itself was not busy at all. There were maybe a couple of people there and a single waitress. It made for a perfect place to stop. We got seated by the window, and we looked over the menus. I already knew what I wanted since I came here a lot when I was younger, but Colby took a couple extra minutes to really contemplate his options.
