Do You ℓσνє Me

Chapter 12, Friendly Hangout, again

"So, shall we madam?" He said, with the cutest British accent. He stood up from his chair, bowed down, and held out his hand.

"Yes, we shall, my kind sir." I said, playing along with the British attire. I gladly took his hand, and we trod away. Our arms were intertwining, but I don't seem to care.

"yea ju do..." George said, putting on a devious grin.

"So, where are we REALLY going?" I asked, with the look of happiness on my face.

We walked out the shop, with our arms still intertwining. He put on a thoughtful face, and puckered up his bottom lip, as he looked up.

"Hmmm-I don't know. Why don't you pick this time?" He said, as he smiled at me warmly. My cheeks flushed again, and know I'm waiting for George the annoying tomato to pop up in my head.

"Ju thought right." Said the annoying George, with his Russian accent. He had his arms crossed, as he put on a killer smirk.

"Ugh!" I thought, really getting annoyed with this character who lives in my head. Why do I even have him? And why is he annoying me? If he came from my head, shouldn't he be nice to me? Or-OMG I'm losing my sanity!

"P-Paz? You alright?" Dipper asked, in genuine confusion.

"Hmm? Oh!" I said, snapping out of my jungle of thoughts. I thought hard, what restaurant is so cheap that I can finally afford my meal? Hmmmm...

Thinketh thy brain, oh! I know! Greasy's Diner! The cheap, gross, but not that gross restaurant!

"How about Greasy's Diner? Are you ok with that?" I asked, really hoping he likes the restaurant choice.

"Yeah, sure." He said, almost too quickly, as he shrugged. We calmly walked to Greasy's Diner, arms still intertwining.

It was starting to get dark. The light provided by the sun was slowly fading away. We got to the grossing, smelly territory of Greasy's Diner. Ahhh! How lovely! We walked to the front door, stopping as Dipper offered me the door. I walked in the restaurant, with him trailing behind me.

I examined the restaurant. It was full with light, that are so comforting. It was full with faces, with the warmest smile.

It's not perfect, but it's not bad. I thought. I scanned the room, and spotted a vacant table.

"There!" I pointed. We calmly walked to the table, and sat down. Active Susan jogged by, not long after. She had a sweat band on her head, sport shirt, and sweat pants. With a notepad in one hand, and a pen in the other.

"What can I get you tonight, doll?" She asked, warmheartedly. As she smiled at us, with a pleasuring smile.

"What would you want, Dip?" I asked.

"Um... What can you order?" He asked, looking really embarrassed.

"Haven't you been here before?" I asked, genuinely confused.

He slowly shook his head, as he blushed. WHAT?!?!?!?

"WHAT?!? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU NEVER ATE ACTIVE SUSAN'S PRECIOUS DOUBLE DECKS BEFORE?!?!" I slammed my hands on the table, while standing up. This guy really needs the taste.

"Active Susan, we want 2 double decks for tonight please." I said, determined.

"Yeeeeeee dawgies! We got some happy faces tonight!" Active Susan said, while writing down our order. She turned back, facing the kitchen window to call the chef.

"Yo Ernie! Get the grill goin', y'all got some double decks to make!" She yelled.

"Sweet niblets! I don't think we have enough! How many?" Ernie yelled back, sticking his head out of the kitchen window.