Not to love

8

"Okay, now open".

My eyes opened slowly once Quintin told me to. I look around as a gasp escapes my mouth in surprise, in the center of the park was a set up with a table, chairs and a picnic basket in the middle of it. A series of fairy lights surrounded the area, causing a beautiful glow to halo around it.

"Oh my goodness..", I mumbled in astonishment, looking around the area as we walked towards the chairs, "You did all of this?", I asked the blonde man.

"Yeah", Quintin smiles, "Is it too much?".

"I love it", I reply as Quintin pulls the chair out for me and I take a seat.

Quintin sat in the seat across from mine, grabbing the basket and pulling out some plates and utensils. "Now I hate to say it, but I got kinda basic with our options".

"What you ordered pizza or something?".

"No", he chuckles, pulling out a few glass tupperares and arranging them on the table, "I hope you enjoy homemade pasta though".

I smile, "I like pasta, what kind?".

Quintin dramatically opens the tupperware, revealing a series of different pastas. Lasagna, Alfredo, and of course spaghetti.

"And you cooked all of this?".

"I cooked the Alfredo and my friend Dante cooked the rest", Quintin replies, "Since I wasn't sure which one you'd like".

I watch the man pull out a large bottle from the basket. Popping it open, he begins to pour into my glass, "Champagne?".

"Yes please", I reply politely, the man placing the glass in front of me as he began to plate out dishes, "You didn't have to do all of this".

His eyes flicker up at me as a grin plays on his mouth, "I know".

He soon places the dish in front of me, the aroma of perfectly seasoned Alfredo filling my nose. I grab my fork, stabbing the large noodles and twirling it around on my fork. I bring the utensil to my mouth and take a bite, a groan slowly leaving my throat.

"Good?", Quintin asks as he plated his own food.

"Exceptional", I respond, just to be cheeky.

I took a few bites as I resisted the urge to start scarving down the food like a mad man. I hadn't eaten since breakfast so the food was really hitting the spot.

"So", I start, taking a sip of the champagne, "If I ask you a question, do you promise to be truthful?".

"Have I been everything but?".

"I don't know you like that, for all I know you could still be a serial killer", I reply causing the both of us to laugh in unison.

Quintin hums, "Shoot away, sweetheart".

I drop the champagne glass and fold my hands in front of my plate, leaning in slightly, "You ain't hiding a secret family or anything right? Like a random woman isn't going to pull up saying she's your wife?".

"Wow you are quite the conversationalist", Quintin laughs heartily, "I'm not married sweetheart, nor do I have any 'secret family' waiting on me".

"Don't look at me like that I went on a date with a guy once who had a whole fiance".

"Woah there, thought this wasn't a date", the blonde teased, "What changed?".

"It isn't a date! I'm just.. curious", I state, picking at my finger nails nervously.

"Of course, of course, I'm sorry that happened to you by the way", Quintin replies, looking up from my hands to my face.

"It's fine, we were doomed from the start. He asked me out through the McDonald's drive through", I state causing the man to laugh while slapping his knee.