First Dates

Chapter 6 : Realization and Promise

Brittany's Point of view

"...Okay but if I get drunk, I'm blaming you on Dave."

"You'd probably be on a hangover. You'll forget it."

He laughed, and so did I. After a couple more minutes,
the waiter came back with our plates. He carefully
placed it on our table.

"Enjoy..." He said before leaving, giving me and Alvin
pure privacy.

We started eating out thin spaghetti strips that were
made specially for us chipmunks. This was without a
doubt the most romantic dinner I had. The strawberry
scented candle filled the air, the small vase with flowers
inside gave a romantic sight, the wind blowing in
against our face gave a comfortable and soothed feeling.

A couple more minutes passed, Alvin wiped his plate
clean, while I still had some on mine. I continued
munching down my food, but I couldn't help but notice
Alvin staring at me the whole time.

I looked at him. "What?" I asked.

"Just thinking of how beautiful you are and how I
always get lost when I stare into your blue eyes." He
said weakly. He's totally in love with me, I can tell.

"Aww, I love you too, Alvie." I said. He gave a smile.

I continued to finish my food, Alvin staring at me the
whole time. As soon as I was finished, I looked at him
back at the eyes.

"Uhh,... Britt, you got a little..." He pointed at my mouth,
a smudge of sauce on my fur. "Here, let me fix that."
He grabbed a napkin, leaned over and gently wiped my
mouth. I blushed at his action.

"Thank you, Alvin, you're a sweet chipmunk." I thanked.

"Anything for you, Love Puddle." He said.

We stared at each other for a moment, until he suddenly
flinched.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." He said.

He moved his seat closer to mine, he was sitting right
beside me now.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I just want to give you something." He said.

He reached for his pocket. I was wondering what it was.
Once he pulled his hand out, he took a cube with him. I
gasped, I hope this isn't a wedding ring, because I'm too
young to get married.

"A-Alvin... is that a..."

"Oh, don't worry it's not a wedding ring... yet." He said.
How'd he know what I was thinking? He knows me too
much, I guess.