Fangirl | Rowbrina

A Dope Ass Dinner

"Can I open my eyes now?" I try to hide my little giggles that haven't left me alone since Sabrina suggested this meet up, Emphasis on tried.

"Just wait a tiny little bit longer," Sabrina makes her voice squeak-er to impersonate her many synonyms for small. Which is ironic, considering her adorkable height.

Sabrina guides me along a, corridor. No, mall floor. I think it's inside of a building anyway. Maybe Sabrina's taking me to a carnival, or to an ice-skating ring. Wait, no, it isn't cold enough. Maybe to crazy golf. With all the blanked car windows and eye covering, I have no idea. What if she's taking me to a chamber? What is she's an illuminarti murdered? For Heavens's sake, brain.

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?" I whisper. It's an embarrassing question.

I can sense Sabrina's smile. I wish I could see that smile. The smile that's wide and raises her cheeks, the smile that's contagious for everyone, the smile I adore. Sabrina's cute ass smile.

"Nope but," I squint as a bright light is set in front of me as Sabrina takes her hand from my eyes. "I will show you a dope ass diner."

I look around grinning so much I laugh. It's a vintage 1950's dinner. There's a milkshake parlour with Crimson stalls and a jukebox playing Surfin' Bird by The Trashmen and rare photos signed by Elvis.

"I love vintage things, how did you know?!," I jump excitedly shaking Sabrina's arms.

"A little birdy told me. The Twitter birdy to be precise," Sabrina smirks smugly to herself.

I shake my head jokingly and start heading towards the chairs.

"Where are you going?" Sabrina asks, in a curious tone.

"To sit down?" I raise a brow.

"No, we're going to the milkshake parlour," Sabrina interlocks her hand in mine. I feel her warm blood dance mine and smile instincly.

Sabrina drags me as she runs to the milkshake section.

I laugh wildly running with her.

"It's a small place, we didn't have to run," I tut, letting go of Sabrina's hand.

"I know but I needed an excuse," Sabrina tilts her head with a look on her face that says "I know something you don't".

"Wha.." I whisper to myself before the waitress comes along.

"What would you like?" The waitress asks.

"Plain vanilla milkshake. What about you, Row?"

She just gave me a nickname. An actual nickname. Excuse my French, but fuck yeah.

"Rowan?" Sabrina clicks her fingers.

"Oh," I come out of my daze. "Chocolate with Oreos please."

"Now, Sabrina, I agreed to this meet up, you do your side of the deal and tell me about the real you," I give a devious look, as a joke, of course.

"Well, Rowan," Sabrina imitates me. "I could tell you anything about myself but your judgement of me would be different. I could say I'm spontaneous but you may not think so. The only real way to know the real me is to spend time with me. And I have a proposal for you," our milkshakes are handed to us and Sabrina takes a sip.

"Go on," I dramatically sip my milkshake whilst bending my eyes brows. Okay, I'm obviously trying to make Sabrina laugh here. Who wouldn't?

"Spend the whole day with me. You'll get to know the real me then," Sabrina licks milkshake off her upper lip.

"Deal."