"Gosh! I'm starving" Nina complains as they both enter the car.
"You always are. Why didn't you grab anything to eat back at the club?" Paul asked, turning the engine on and pulling out the parking space.
"One because I didn't know they sold food, till now, and two because I wasn't hungry before."
"Yeah I know, you were thirsty" Paul laughed, as he is given a playful punch in the arm by Nina who just smirked at his slick comment.
"Seriously though, I'm starving"
"Where do you want to eat then?"
"Hmm, I'm in the mood for something breakfast like." Nina answered, thinking hardly on what she wanted to eat from.
"Ihop?" The green eyed man suggested, his eyes darting straight at the road.
"You're so cliché Wesley...."
"You said breakfast like so I automatically thought of Ihop."
"Think outside the box... What other place that stays open late and gives breakfast?."
He sat there a moment to think of a place that is known for doing the same thing. When figured out, he cursed himself mentally for forgetting.
"Waffle house?" The polish man questioned.
"Now we're talking. I know one not to far from here, I'll tell you where to turn." Nina offered, both getting their way to the destination.
The drive was other than silent. The both discussed about several topics and even had time to talk deeply before arriving to the well known restaurant. When entering, the place was packed with other customers enjoying their midnight meals, which was unusual because there usually aren't any customers at that particular time. The server gave them a table for two, and Paul being the gentlemen he is, made sure that the brunette sat securely and comfortably on the bench like table.
"Are you cold?" Paul asks, feeling the chill breezy in the environment.
Nina did not have time to answer, because the minute he asked was the minute he decided to stand and pull off his leather jacket, leaving him in the plain grey v-neck t-shirt. He reached out his hand and waited for Nina to grab onto it before helping her out her seat and placing the leather jacket around her back and waiting for her to slip her arms inside the warm sleeves that were once preoccupied by Paul. They both sat down again, and started looking at the menu, searching for what they preferably want to eat.
"Wait..... didn't you say you were in the mood for some pancakes, not waffles?" Paul said with a confused tone, remembering Nina talking about what she was craving.
"They're the same thing." She shrugs, still looking down at the options on the menu.
"They actually aren't" Paul chuckles, going back to what he was previously doing.
"Yes they are, don't argue with someone who loves food."
"What are you? A pancake expert?" He smiles again, giving his attention to Nina.
"Perhaps." She comments dryly, a sly smirk appearing on the corner of her lip.
"They aren't the same" He says in a sing song voice, gazing back at his menu but then figuring out what he wants to order.
Nina sets her menu down and gives her full on attention to the man sitting directly in front of her. She admits to herself that he does look pretty hot even if he's just doing something casual, as looking down at his phone for the time.
