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Part seven

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him. He was well dressed but not over the top.
"What makes you think I can tell you?" He replied to me as his smile grew wide.

I was worried yet exited.
I didn't reply, I simply just gazed my eyes upon the city in front of me.
He walked towards a small black car and opened the passenger door for me to get in.
Where ever we were headed I obviously didn't recognize considering I'm so unfamiliar with this town.
We past bridges and traffic lights along side a plethora of buildings near a few offices. 
"So your really not gonna tell me where we're going?" I asked once more out of curiosity. "It's a surprise." He told me smirking. It was quite nerve wracking not knowing where the destination was.
Different scenarios flashed my mind, maybe a nice restaurant or something?  At this point I give up on attempting to guess.
After a few turns he started to slow down and park near the side of the road.
The lanes of cars were backed up making it very hard for us to park the car, but we made it work.
It was a small quiet restaurant that didn't look like anything special.
Honestly I expected him to go over the top, but I'm kinda glad he didn't.
I've never been into that basic stuff.
We walked in and the place had small tables for two set out, including a very small crowd that had been scattered around the room. 
The waiter sat us down then took our orders kindly.
He had long wavy hair that looked dirty blonde but it was put back. I couldn't read his name tag considering he wouldn't stop moving.
But he was quite cute by the looks of his facial features.
"So why'd you take me here Nash?" I asked taking a sip of my water from the tall fancy glass.
"Well don't most girls like this stuff? I mean going out to fancy dinners and all." He asked. I don't know why but once he said that, I seemed to feel off when he classified me into 'most girls'.
Like I was a replica of others and there was simply nothing more to me.
But I guess I over thought it.
"Well I guess, I mean don't get me wrong this is beautiful and I really appreciate you doing this all just for me, but I didn't know I was like 'most girls'."
When he set down his glass he seemed confused like he didn't get the words coming from my mouth.
"I didn't mean it like that...
"No I know, I'm just saying I don't want cliche or basic I want something far from just a simple generic relationship but I guess I'm getting a bit ahead of myself now aren't I?"
I interrupted him.
"For the first date maybe just a little." He laughed at myself as I got carried away into my rant.
I looked deeper into the grin plastered on his face but could tell there was so much more to him.
The way his dimple went wide when he would half smile or how his freckles made him so unique.
It all made me smile.
He seemed so perfect for only knowing him for such a short amount of time.
I could sit and admire him here forever it felt like, but sadly I was interrupted from my daze by a large plate being set in front of me.

Suddenly, my head started pounding as if I hit my face against a concrete wall over and over again.
It was so odd how my head suddenly had a mysterious outburst of pain.
Like a headache but worse.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose and the rim of my forehead, hoping for the pain to subside, although nothing seemed to be working.

I begun eating what was placed in front for me to eat, scarfing it down.
I can only imagine how much this entire night would cost him. I feel horrible honestly, I mean he doesn't know me all that well and he's offered me a place to stay and now he's taking me out to dinner on the second night?

But I assume he does this with 'most girls'.

End of part seven