one year to love

10:a date?

"Let's go out to dinner tonight," Bailey suggested. We had gotten home late last night from camping and all we ate for the past couple days was junk food.

"Where?" I asked excitedly.

"Ze Kitchen Galerie?" I adored the way she pronounced the name.

"Are you serious? No way, that place is expensive."

"I'll pay for you," she smiled.

"I can't let you pay for me!"

"Well, I want to."

"Wait, is this like a date?" I smirked.

"Well I'd prefer if it was a date, not like a date, but I mean if you don't want-"

I cut her off, "yes! Yes I totally want to go on a date."

"Oh! Okay cool." She smiled wide.

"Cool."

"Cool."

"Cool," we laughed.

•              

I was sitting on the couch, tapping my feet nervously when Bailey walked out of her room. She had brown eyeshadow and mascara. She was wearing black wedge boots with a pink skater skirt and a black lace top.

Wow. I mean she's always wow but this time she's wow for our date. Our date!

Meanwhile, I was just wearing jeans and a tight pink top.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah. Unless I don't look ready! Do I not look ready? Should I dress fancier or something?"

"No. You're perfect just the way you are."

"Alright. Cool." I took a deep breath and she grabbed my hand. My chest tensed up and my heart skipped a beat. She led me down to her Jeep and opened the passenger door for me.

"Thank you," I said as I got in the car.

"Of course," she smiled and closed the door for me.

Bailey held my hand as we were walking into the restaurant. Some people were staring, i thought, but I couldn't really tell. I don't have the best eye sight.

"Comment tu t'appelle?" The lady at the front of the restaurant asked.

"Ross-Roe" Bailey told her.

"You're right over here." A different lady said and led us to a fancy little table. "Your waiter will be right with you."

"Thank you!" Bailey said.

"So, Bailey rossrow, is that your last name?" I asked.

"Ross-Roe, it's hyphenated. My parents couldn't decide which of their last names I should take so they just had me take both." We both laughed and then looked at our menus. "So what's your last name then?"

"Perez. Faye Perez," I said.

" I like it," Bailey said and grabbed my hand from across the table. "I requested for an English menu for you, by the way."

"Bonjour, I'll be your waiter for tonight! Can I start you off with some drinks?" A blonde haired women had said with enthusiasm.

"I'll just have some water for now," I told the waitress immediately.

"I'll take wine," Bailey smiled and looked up, "Oh! Hey Brenna!"

"Bailey, hi! Comment ça va?" The waitress responded.

"Ça va bien! Et toi?" Bailey smiled.

I'm guessing they were asking each other how they were doing or something? The conversation went on for a moment before Bailey remembered me, "oh right, sorry Faye. This is Brenna, I know her from work. And Brenna, this is Faye." She grabbed my hand from across the table.

"Oh. Oh. Is this like a date?"

"Yeah," Bailey said with a blush forming.

"Oh. I didn't realize you were... you know... that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned with a slight irritation in my voice.

"Oh, uh nothing. I- i just I don't feel... I can't be your waiter." Brenna stammered and walked away from our table.

"What the hell?" I snapped.

"Jeez, I'm so sorry Faye. I didn't expect that would happen." Bailey sighed.

"It's okay. It won't ruin our date, right?"

"Of course it won't," she smiled. "But, I have an idea."

"Go on," I smirked.

"I've dropped Brenna off at her house before, so I know where it is."

"Where is this going...?"

"Remember how you have 'egg a house' on your bucket list?"