After about half an hour, the car finally came to a stop. Taylor reached to unbuckle her seatbelt, her hand already on the door handle when she felt Travis's hand gently stop her.
"Hold on," he said, his eyes twinkling.
She looked at him, a little confused, but she stayed put, watching as he got out and walked around to her side. He opened her door with a playful grin. "Now you can step out," he said, offering his hand.
Taylor sighed, though her smile gave her away. "Travis, you really don't have to open the door for me every time, you know."
He shrugged, "I don't have to," he replied, his voice softening, "but I want to."
She couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling a little more at his thoughtfulness. She took his hand and stepped out, realizing they were standing in front of a tall building with a rooftop terrace. An Italian restaurant sign glowed softly against the evening sky.
As they entered and took the elevator up, Taylor's curiosity grew. When the doors opened onto the terrace, her breath caught. String lights crisscrossed above, casting a warm glow over the intimate setup. There was only one table set up in the middle of the rooftop, a single candle flickering on it under the open sky. Two waiters stood nearby, ready to serve them, but otherwise, the entire place was empty.
She looked around, eyes wide, taking it all in. "What... what's going on?" she asked, turning to Travis with a mix of surprise and awe.
He tried to keep a straight face, though a smirk was breaking through. "What do you mean?" he said, feigning innocence as he led her to the table.
She laughed, giving him a playful shove. "You know exactly what I mean, Travis."
He chuckled, pulling out her chair for her. "Alright, alright. I may have rented the whole rooftop for us tonight. I wanted our first date to be... special."
She sat down, momentarily speechless as she took in the view of the city skyline under the night sky, the gentle music playing in the background, the warmth of the candlelight. It was perfect. "Thank you," she finally whispered, her voice laced with emotion.
He sat across from her, his eyes not leaving her face. "Only the best for you, Tay."
A waiter brought the menus, and they took their time selecting dishes, eventually choosing a bottle of white wine to go with the meal. Soft music floated through the air, adding to the already enchanting atmosphere. Taylor could hardly believe this was real.
As they sipped their wine, Taylor looked around at the stunning view of the city skyline, the stars peeking out above them, and then back at Travis, who was watching her with a quiet intensity.
"This is a beautiful place," she said, finally breaking the silence and meeting his gaze.
He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm just glad you're enjoying it."
Their conversation flowed easily, and soon, their food arrived. Taylor had ordered a creamy white sauce penne pasta, and she took a bite, her eyes widening.
"Oh my god... this is the best pasta I've ever had," she said, savoring each bite.
Travis, who was eating a pizza, looked over at her plate with puppy-dog eyes. "Can I have a bite?" he asked, looking hopeful.
She narrowed her eyes playfully. "I don't usually share my food, you know."
"But..." he said, tilting his head, "I'm making my cute face."
She laughed, unable to resist. "Alright, fine. But only because you're being so adorable about it."
As she held out a forkful of pasta for him, he leaned over and took a bite, groaning in appreciation. "Whoa, you weren't kidding. This is amazing."
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I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story
Fanfiction"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together." But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me." xxxxxxxxx...
