Loving Ivo [UNDER REVISION]

12. Our Date ✔️

"I don't like this." I look at Nash as we sit at the table. Going to an Italian restaurant - a traditional one - and I don't know if he's being cheesy now or if this was on accident.

"Cheesy?" I look, seeing him pouting as he looks around. "I thought you would like this place. Because it is Italian and-."

"Yeah I think I can tell." I snort, looking around as I see Italian decor and it's obvious it was made by a traditional Italian family. The workers look foreign and I can kinda see my self in them.

Hearing an Italian song go on, I begin to feel nostalgia. Watching as some old couples stood and went in the middle of the floor, dancing rhythmically and reminding me of the dance I learned to this song.

"Do you want to dance to it?"

I look, Nash grinning as he watches them dance. Other couples beginning to get on the floor and I shook my head.

"You don't know how to do it." I say, and I watch as he stands up. Standing in before me, he extends his hand. Actually shocking me that he was willing to do this.

"There is a thing called teaching me. I have been known to be a fast learner." Nash reminds me, and I just look at him for a hot minute.

I end up snorting, grabbing his hand as he pulls me up. We walk to the floor, making me see that we're the second...gay duo on the floor. Except they look like an older version of us, literally.

Despite us not being able to age, they looked like us but we were better looking; and it was obvious they were in their hundreds. They didn't really show it all that much unless you looked. It was beginning to though.

"That is us in a hundred years." I hear him murmur near my ear, making me blush as I took his hands.

"Um...first," We stand straight, feet together as we begin to sway with the music, "Just follow me. One and, two and, three and, four. That beat and you should be good."

"Okay." I begin to step. Stepping forward and he stepped back. Having me step to the side as I stepped back to the same spot. Going back and him coming forward. Immediately going to the right and he follows.

"Is that it?" He asked, and I nod. "This is fun! I like watching you dancing and getting into something. Let's get to the beat."

I nod, watching his feet as they matched mine. Almost opposite, but it still looked correct to me.

Finding myself smiling, I looked at him, seeing him smirking.

When we stepped forward he let go of my hands, making me trip into him but when he stepped forward I was flung back and felt him grab my hand. Setting me straight as we were back into dancing.

Looking at him with shock, he laughed, spinning me around.

"Did you already know how to do this?" I ask in a daze, landing in his arms.

"No. Do you not remember that I said that I learn things quickly?" He reminds me, making me nod as I smirk.

"I didn't think you were this quick."

"You thought wrong."

I roll my eyes, blushing that I'm even having such a good time with him. Last time it felt...forced or there was tension.

But now-.

"You are being the real you from Italy." He murmurs to me once freaking again, making me turn red for sure. Hiding my face as I look down at our feet, I felt myself being tipped back.

Almost rocking on my feet as we were far apart until he brought us back in.

"Don't show off..." I mumble.