Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 29: Date Plans

George POV.

After waiting for what had felt like five minutes I slowly walked back over to the door of Karl’s room, hoping that his phone call was over and maybe he’d finished changing from his shower so I could actually go in and talk face to face.

I stood swaying in front of the door for a few moments trying to keep myself calm before knocking on the door. “Karl… I’m sorry if I came back too soon.” My voice was low and cautious as I spoke, fidgeting with my fingers. “I was just… wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner… since I need to make a reservation.”

There was no response for a few moments. I was scared that I would be rejected, or that he had slipped out at some point so I was just asking an empty room to go on a date with me. Before my thoughts got too paranoid he put my nerves at ease. “Yes, dinner would be nice George.” He answered, and I slowly smiled.

“Really?” I was able to avoid stuttering and blushing when he agreed, but managed to stop myself from saying anything else that may make him change his mind.
“Yes, really. Just tell me what plans you decide on.” I gave a nod and an ‘okay’, before hurrying off with a grin on my face.

I hurried into my room and shut the door behind me, Techno chuckled when he saw my wide and happy grin. “So did he agree to a date?” He questioned. “Or did he just embarrass you so much your brain broke.”
“He agreed.” I told him, continuing to smile happily.

“Congrats.” He gave a respectful nod, and I continued to beam proudly at the fact that he had realised that I was a person who deserved unwavering respect. “So where do you want to book for you and him to go?”
“I still haven’t decided.” I admitted honestly.

Originally I had thought of a buffet restaurant, but that isn’t cool or classy enough for someone as stunning as Karl. French and Italian felt as though I was trying too hard to impress him. I didn’t want to take him to Indian, Thai, or Mexican since he may not like spicy food.

“Perhaps I could find a British restaurant.” I hummed thoughtfully. There were a couple of them that I knew of, mainly because Dream and Techno teased me about only wanting to eat my ‘native cuisine’. But it was probably a safe bet, especially since some of the restaurants also included steak, burgers, and other things he would be guaranteed to like.

“That actually sounds sad.” Techno scoffed, making sure to roll his eyes obviously enough for me to see. “You do want him to go on a second date with you, don’t you?”
“Shut up.” I scoffed back in response. “Just after thinking over all of my options it feels like the best and safest choice other than ‘plain old dusty American’ like you are, asshole.”

“I’m not a plain old dusty American.” However my words got him smiling. “You know I am just trying to look out for you, right? It’s my job to make sure you don’t fuck up everything you do in your life.” The two of us continued laughing back and forth for a while before managing to calm down. “How about you call now?”

I nodded and pulled out my phone, googling the name of the place I wanted to go before clicking the phone number. After it rang a few times a woman answered the phone. “Hello, you are calling the British Snackhole, you are speaking with Charlotte.”
“Hi.” I greeted. “I was wanting to make a reservation for tonight.”

“Oh… we don’t really do reservations, it’s just walk in. However we can do one if you would like. What time would you like it for?”
“I was thinking between five and six.” I answered. “It’s just for two of us.”
“Okay, and what name was that for?”

“George.” I smiled. She gave an ‘okay’ and typed something up before telling me that she’d see us tonight with my other person. Then I thanked her before ending the call. Techno had managed to keep his mouth shut but then when the call ended he let out a laugh.

“The British Snackhole?” He asked, continuing to chuckle between words. “Who the hell named that? It’s so fucking boring.”
“Shut up, it’s a better name than you could come up with. Plus the food is great.”
“Then why are they not drowning in reservations?”

I didn’t respond, instead just glaring at him. Although he did annoy me he didn’t want to leave. Instead he walked over to my closet and opened the door, beginning to flick through items of clothing for me to wear. “Hey Techno, get out of there.” I was embarrassed, moving over. “You don’t know what kind of stuff I have in there.”

“Porn?” He questioned, and I managed to resist the urge to blush from the idea of one of my best friends finding porn in my closet. “Sex toys?” He asked, once again I shook my head. “Some cocaine? Although I don’t know why you'd be embarrassed about cocaine.”
“It’s none of that, I just don’t need you helping me decide what to wear.”

He momentarily glanced over at me and let out a chuckle. “Are you sure about that?” Techno continued looking over my stuff.
“You are an asshole.” I said, it was possibly the fifth or sixth time I had thought that throughout my interaction with him.

“What do you want to wear?” He asked. “Like is this date going to be casual? Formal?”
“How do you know so much about fashion?” I asked in response. “...and casual.”
“I have a lot of interests.” He admitted, shrugging while continuing to flick through everything.

“Okay, whatever.” I allowed him to help me, feeling admittedly annoyed. “Just a reminder we have about eight hours until we are going.” While he began looking through some more options I sat myself on the bed and waited patiently for him to decide what I was going to wear for me.
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Karlnap or Karlnotfound?

If you answered Karlnap you are wrong.
Techno is team Karlnotfound, so that is clearly the correct one