Banana Girl: a thatcherjoe love story

Chapter 11- a limo, a bolero and a very Italian lady

It was 6:58 on Monday night. Joe promised me a one-month anniversary surprise, and I had yet to doubt a word he said. I decided to wear a navy dress and white bolero, with a black necklace and black heels. I'd done my hair and a thin- but gorgeous (even though I say so myself)- layer of makeup, and was ready to go. I told my mum not to expect me back, and I had my phone with me and a spare charger at Joe's.
I also had his present, a brand new Nikon camera, the one he'd been going on about since approximately the beginning of time. It was expensive, but he really wanted it.
All I needed now was my knight in shining armour. And, at precisely 7:00, he turned up at the front door, in a shirt (top button undone) and black jeans, looking slightly smarter, but a whole lot sexier, than our first date.
"Ma'am, may I escort you to the car?" Joe  laughed, mimicking a posh limo driver. Although I wasn't surprised- he had actually hired a limo! Long, black and sleek, that was one top-of-the-range, expensive limo! And, in case that wasn't enough, he produced a bouquet of small, delicate, white roses from behind him. My favourite!
"Oh, wow, Joe!" I exclaimed.
"What d'ya think? Is it okay?"
"Okay?" I cried, "okay?! Joe, this is the most beautiful and romantic thing any guy has ever done for me!" I had tears in my eyes, and I could already tell tonight was going to be amazing.
"Vi? I love you."
"I love you, too! Joe, I love you so much!" He leaned in then, his hand on my hip, and kissed me. I kissed back, grabbing his arms and pulling him close.
*cough, cough*
I turned around, to see my mum at the door.
"Mum! Can you put these in a vase for me? Careful!"
"Of course, darling."
"Wait! Can I have those 2, please? Thank you!" I said, plucking my 2 favourite from the arrangement, placing one in the pocket of his shirt, and one in my hair.
"Have a nice time." Said mum, which was about as excited as I'd ever seen her get. She went back inside, closing the door behind her.
"Come on, then, sexy!" Joe said, and took my hand, guiding me to the limo and opening the door for me,
"let's go get us a date."

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In the limo, there was a flat screen HD TV with Netflix, so we watched an episode of 'outnumbered,' a classic comedy about raising modern-day kids, whilst drinking the expensive champagne that the limo provided. I curled up next to Joe, my head on his chest, whilst he whispered, "I love you" in my ear over and over.
Before long, the driver stopped and said, "Uh, excuse me, sir? We have arrived."

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When we got out, I thanked the limo driver extensively, and waited for Joe to show me where to go. We stopped just outside the window of a small Italian restaurant called 'Locale,' displaying gorgeous dishes of very tasty-looking food in the window. I gazed in, at the tables lit by candlelight, the embroidered table cloths and the antique furniture.
"Vi? Vi? Vi!"
"Right, yeah, sorry, Joe. It's just... The food there looks so good!"
He took my hand and led me inside.
"Joe? Joe, what're you doing? I said it looked nice, but I didn't mean for you to actually get us a table!"
"Calm, baby." He said, and the 2 sexy words numbed my senses and let him get on with it.
"Yes, we have a reservation for you, Mr and Mrs J Sugg, I am right, no?" The woman had a heavy Italian accent, but spoke English beautifully.
"This way, Grazia."
She led us to a small, neat table with a candle in the middle and we watched as she poured out 2 glasses of red.
"You want menus? No? Okay."
"Joe," I hissed, "I did want a menu!"
"No. I already know what we're having. And it'll be blo•dy tasty."