"You've been helping these girls with their own wedding gowns for years! When will you ever be trying on your own?" Erin's mother shouts from across the bridal shop. Girls of all shapes and sizes turn to see the commotion. An older woman in her fort...
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"We fight for the things we love, but run as soon as we are fighting with love." - Unknown
Dinner was amazing, the food was so delicious but the company was even better. I had just finished my meal. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here for another year. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Andrew. He leaned forward in his chair, I watched the sleeve of his gray suit reveal a small tattoo on his wrist. I wanted to question it but wasn't sure if that was something I was actually allowed to do this early into meeting somebody.
"Did you enjoy your food?" His voice drew me in. I wanted him to tell me a million stories, but I'm pretty sure I've said that just as many times.
"Yes, It was actually really good! How did you find this place?" I hadn't ever been here, I felt my mother and I had seen every restaurant New York had to offer.
"My mother showed me this place when I was younger. I think it's one of New York's hidden gems." Our waiter rushed over to the table and set the check down. Andrew quickly reached across the table snatching it before I could even see. The waiter removed our empty plates and asked for a dessert order. I was stuffed but I hope Andrew said yes.
"Does that mean you bring all of your dates here?" I think I was trying to flirt. The atmosphere between us was dragging me closer to him.
"I haven't yet no, you are the first for sure. I honestly don't make time to go on many dates." He smiled another award winning smile. My knee were trembling below the table. I need to thank Clara for making me wear this dress.
"What made me special enough to bring somewhere so important to you?" The question caught myself off guard. I had no clue it was going to fall out of my mouth. I wanted to take it back, it wasn't something you asked somebody.
"You seemed... unique, special, and I really wanted to be a part of that." A small tiny bowl of ice cream with Oreos and sprinkles scattered across the top. My heart was beating so fast. I could feel my hands getting sweaty. "This is my favorite dessert? My mother used to ask for it when I was a younger boy, she is allergic to chocolate so we always had to special request this. Now they just know." I listened intently grabbing one of the spoons sticking out of the mound of ice cream.
"That's perfect because I hate chocolate." I spooned a little bit of ice cream before putting it in my mouth. The flavor was rich, the texture was creamy, and this was the best ice cream I have ever had. I was stuffed, but suddenly I felt I could eat a thousand bowls of this stuff.
We mingled a little longer, I learned he had a brother that moved to Texas to become a plastic surgeon. He had made the joke that everything was bigger there. I learned about his childhood home and that his father also passed away a few years back. I felt for him. Losing my father was one of the hardest things to go through. We finished our ice cream rather quickly.
