Charismatic Dynamic.

A date

"Home? Already..?"

"..yeah?"

"Hmph."

"What, did you want to go somewhere?"

"An arcade...would be nice" I said cheerfully. It would be nostalgic of my past life.

"I don't know any arcades, but I could...take you out to eat?" Michael replied, scratching his head and looking away. 

 I smiled at him didn't I?! He's blushing so hard.

"Mhmm!"

Michael lead me down a few alleyways to a diner.

The Paul Whiteman Diner, it looked old. 

Michael opened the door which rung a loud bell. 

Inside were two female employees, one at the counter and one taking orders, there was a quiet old couple inside and a man at the counter. He had his head down as if he was sleeping but he looked lifeless, I quietly walked passed him as to not wake him up. He needs his rest. 

Michael and I sat at a red booth, right near a big window. 

The view was pretty, not one like a nice view from a plane window or mountain, but one that was calming yet exciting to look at from ground level. The cars driving by, the lights from stores, traffic lights and whatever else, made me feel, peaceful. 

Micheal squinted at me, he reached out and wiped my cheek, "You had blood on your face." 

I nodded. 

He leaned back, spread his legs far apart and put his hand back into his pocket, "How can you even eat after murdering someone?" He laughed. 

I looked away. 

"You're a fucking monster." He sat up and grabbed a menu, "What do you want to eat?" 

I quickly glanced at the menu looking for the cheapest but tastiest option.

"Can I have the chicken fingers?" 

"You don't want a drink?" 

I shook my head. 

"At least get a water." 

I nodded. 

"What would you boys like to eat?" one of the women asked us. 

"He'd," Micheal pointed at me, "like chicken fingers and a water, I just want fries and a coke." 

She nodded, "It'll be right there."

"..Thank you." 

"No need to thank me, I'm doing this because I like you." 

I looked at him. 

"Not like that." He looked away, he blushed. 

"It's dark." I glanced out the window. 

"Of course it is, it's becoming winter."

I nodded. 

"Let's just eat quick so we can hurry up and get out of here."

I nodded, "It's cold too." 

"Mhmm." Micheal dismissed me. 

I leaned forwards, "Can I have your hoodie?"

He stopped and starred at me before freaking out, "No! I mean, you have yours." 

"But its not thick enough." 

"Fine take mine." He gave it to me and looked away. "But I need yours." 

"Oh." I nodded and handed it to him.

He placed it over his legs and near his crotch. 

"Here's your meal," the waitress slipped it onto the table, "and here's yours." she gave it to Micheal. "Let me know if you need anything." 

"I..I don't want to be impatient." 

"Hmm?"

"But, I want to be stronger." 

"Oh?" he leaned forward, "I didn't tell you about her power right?"

I nodded. 

"Do you wanna know?" 

I nodded. 

"Despite being a bitch, her power was actually healing, she could heal others. Do you believe that?" 

I paused before nodding.

Micheal picked up a fry, "Was that not what you were expecting?" he chuckled.

I looked down, "No." 

"Heh, well sometimes we don't always get what we want." 

Micheal flagged the waitress down, "I need the bill." 

"Mhmm! I'll get that for you." 

"I have some money..." I told him. 

"It's fine, I'll pay."

"But?"

"I'm the one who took you out, remember?"

"Mhmm."

Micheal dropped me off at my doorstep, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I had fun today!" I said happily.

"Well, uh.." He stammered. 

I covered my mouth realizing I accidentally smiled at him.

"I had fun too, see you tomorrow." Michael replied before walking off. 

Cute.