Jon and I drove around the city for a while, seeing all the different sceneries and places.
He finally stopped at a little cafe, "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, we didn't eat breakfast." I chuckled, and he smiled to me before we exited the car.
The small place was beach themed, it's roof a bamboo type, and surfboards beside the door.
We walked in, the smell of hamburgers and hotdogs filled the air, making my stomach growl.
There were very few tables filled inside, but outside was more busy. Even so, Jon dragged me outside and sat at a patio table.
A waiter appeared as we got seated, and gave us menus, "What would you two like to drink?"
"Water, please." I answered.
"Coke." Jon announced.
The waiter leaves with our orders.
"This place is pretty cool," I start conversation, looking through the menu.
Jon nods, doing the same, "It is. I think I'm going to just get a cheeseburger and fries."
"I'll get that, too." I shrug, not much variety to the menu.
Jon laid his menu on top of mine, and smiled at me, "After this, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know," I answered. "Umm, maybe we could go shopping." I said, excitement showed through my voice.
He groaned, "Really, baby?"
"I'm just kidding." I laughed, and the waiter came back, handing us the drinks.
"Ready to order?"
Jon nods, and proceeds to tell him what he wants.
"I'll take the same, thank you." I smile, politely.
He then takes the menus, and walks back inside.
"But, for realsies, what do you want to do?" Jon asks.
"I don't know, whatever you want to do." I answer, shrugging.
"Nuh uh," He shakes his head, "That isn't how this works."
"Too bad."
"Fine, we'll go fishing." he smirks.
"Ew, gross, no." I shudder at the thought.
He laughs, "Then you pick!"
"Fine, lets go back to the hotel and swim."
He nods, smiling, "Now that I can deal with."
"Yay!" I laugh.
The food comes, and we eat, speaking about randomness, before making our way back to the car.
Jon and I get in, and he looks at me, thinking.
I raise an eyebrow at him, smiling a small smile.
"Mia," he begins, "When we get back to Texas, do you think you'd wanna, maybe, move in with me?" he bites his lip, unsure.
My heart flutters as I look into his beautiful eyes, and nod rapidly, "Yes! It'd be better that way, anyhow, with Chelsea and the baby, ya know."
Jon's smile appears, stretching from ear to ear, and nods, turning on the car and backing out of the parking lot, "Now I can't wait to get back home." He then grabs my hand with his, driving out onto the highway.
If even possible, my smile grows, as I hold onto his hand.
We reach the hotel, and race in, excited to swim. Luckily, I brought my bathing suit.
