Mr. bad boy and I (UNDER CONSTRUCTION )

The Date - Part 2

(SuRpRiSe)

Joe's POV

Gently placing myself on top of the stereotypical red and white picnic blanket, I shyly glance to the side of me where the handsome figure is pouring two cups of something. Sitting there looking absolutely marvellous. I can barely contain my actions. I mean just look at all that gorgeous...
"Food." The word escapes my slightly chapped lips, immediately covering the parted pink labios with my fingers. My face scrunching up in embarrassment as my other hand is already grasping onto the edge of the brown wicker basket to move it off of the blanket as it was taking up space.

I hear a hoarse chuckle leave the mouth of the attractive man beside me, raspy enough to make your heart melt.
Retracting my hand, a flood of apologies flow like a river towards his body. A curse word following every other second.
The chuckle transformed into a hearty laugh when hearing my reaction and the apologetic version of me fades into an emotional rollercoaster. My heart deflating and then getting blown back up again from the air filling my lungs at a faster rate since I'm hyperventilating.
For Casey and I, it isn't that hard to start us fangirling over someone. It could be anyone.
You could just lightly mention Captain America to her and BAM, she's on the floor, close to tears.
That's how poignant she is. 

Trent as a person, looked like the definition of perfection. His jawline seeming as if it could slice your finger as easy as a getting a paper cut.
His eyes a deep blue with a hint of green around the iris; it was like staring into the ocean.
The beanies always resting on his fluffy yet flat hair. Giving him a unique style.

I mentally sigh in awe, looking up from the basket to have Trent looking at me with a confused expression.
Well I guess it wasn't a mental sigh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The words fumbling to escape my throat.
How stupid can I be to repeat that action.
He's just so...
Dreamy.

"No need to apologise Joe. It's cute."
My cheeks heating up as the words repeat themselves in my mind. "Anyway, the feast is now ready. Dig in!"
I stare in exasperation as I spectate all of the food that is laid out in front of me.
Before me there's a spread of finger foods: sandwiches, fruit, cakes, cookies, crackers, cheese and other delectables.

"How did all of this fit in that one basket?"
"I'm a wizard." He chuckled as he wiggles his fingers at me, I can't help but giggle. His face softening at the sound of it, a smile coming to his lips.
I blush once more and then start to nibble at the cocktail sausages to make sure that I don't say anything that I might regret.
"Well in all honesty, I had no idea what kind of food you liked so I made a variety as I wanted to make sure that you were taking care of yourself cutie." I was shocked to hear his explanation finish with that word and began coughing.
I watched as a worried look spread across his face as immediately began patting my back, handing me a drink when I had calm down.
"Are you alright?" Panic ringing through his tone, I smile slightly to reassure him.
"Hey." This random tone of confidence flowing through my body.
His expression didn't change so I repeated myself. "I said hey."
This time it caught his attention, smiling I utter words that can hopefully reassure him.
"I'm breathing fine, I'm on a date with this wonderful guy and I'm at one of the happiest points in my life." I then think to myself that you can tell that I don't have any experience or a social life of any sort. Oh well.

A smile played on his pink lips, it was a sight to be seen. It's as if he was sent down from the heavens to grace us with his beauty.
I really need to stop my mind wandering.
"I'm glad to be of service," he announced smoothly with the swift notion of lifting my hand and kissing it.
My cheeks heating up once more.
Shy guy - zero.
Hottie - one.
I don't think I'll be able to win this one.