Abi

Date with Victor Part 2

We left the theater crying and holding our stomachs. "She's so funny! The part about searching her bag!" Victor said.

"I know! And she was like 'guys look weird after a certain height. There's no hot giants'!" 

"I hope she does another show here."

"A lot of her skits are on Netflix. My favorite one is 'Freezing Hot'." 

"Thank God. Netflix needs better movies." Welp....it's 9:45...and I'm hungry. "You hungry?"

"I swear, you're telekinetic."

"There's a Japanese place and a Mexican place nearby."

"Hmm...I'll go for Japanese." We walked to Kumo, a sushi and ramen house five minutes away. We sat down and our waiter gave us our menus. We got the sushi platter. A BIG PLATTER.

Our waiter put soy sauce and a small platter of wasabi at the side, along with our drinks. Victor picked up his chopsticks but he had difficulty holding them. "Okay, confession time: I can't use chopsticks."

"Yeah, I can tell," I chuckled. "But you can use your hands. I don't wanna eat all of this by myself." I picked up a nigiri and looked at it. "I wonder what this one is?" I dipped it in soy sauce and ate it whole. Just FYI, you can't eat sushi and look classy. You just can't. But hey, I should let him see the real me now and not later, right? 

"That's, um, eel."

I stared at him for five seconds, then swallowed. "Tastes like chicken." He smiled and tried it himself. "Tastes more like sausage to me. Try this one." He pointed at a white and red nigiri, so I tried it. Very chewy. "This is octopus, isn't it?"

"It is. It is."

"I've had it before, on a stick at a resort restaurant in Ocho Rios." 

"So, what did you do back in the city?" 

"I went to a performing art school."

"So you sing or dance or?"

"I play the guitar. Pretty snazzy if I do say so myself."

"I bet you were popular. Did you have a lot of friends?"

"I stayed in a small circle but you know what they say; quality over quantity. Uhh, what about you?"

"I plan on going to Harvard Business School," he said.

"Wow! That's amazing! So you must be really smart then." He shrugged but that just meant he was being modest. "So, tell me about your family."

He shifted in his seat and took another nigiri. "My dad is from Nassau, in the Bahamas, and my mom is from Pennsylvania. I have a little sister named Kalika. She...is...a...pain, I swear. Everyday, she makes me play princess tea party. Glittery butterfly wings make me anxious."

"Haha, aww, that's so cute."

"Meh, that's what they tell me."

We finished our food, and got our bill. After it was paid, we walked to the train station. "What time does your train get here?"

"It'll be here in five minutes. Thank God," I said.

He gasped. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, no, no, no! I meant--"

"Relax. I'm kidding." 

I chuckled nervously and playfully nudged his arm with my elbow. I checked the time on my phone. And that's when he leaned in but I was able to put my hand over his mouth. "Yeah, I don't kiss on the first date." His eyes widened. "You don't?" he said, muffled from my palm.

"Yeah. Plus, I ate sushi so my breath is a bit kicking right now."

"Haha. Okay, then. Can I...hold your hand, then?" 

I smiled and extended my hand. We held it for two minutes until the train arrived. Which is good, because I was getting butterflies in my stomach...and I'm pretty sure that sushi was not fresh because my stomach hurts. Good thing the train has a bathroom. "Text me when you get home, okay?" Victor said.

"I will! Get home safe!"

"You too."