You Must Be Out Of Your Mind!

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Hamilton's POV
Oh, dear sweet Jesus, he said yes! His face turned cherry-red again, and I was pretty sure mine had as well. After a few moments of awkward silence, I cleared my throat. "So, where'd you like to go?"
He smiled, snapping to reality. "I know a good tavern a few blocks from here, you'll love it. My car's out back if you want to drive together." I smiled.
"I'd like that."
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The car ride was awkward to say the least, but I was okay with it. We had some random station on, and I didn't care for that kind of music, but John seemed to like it, so I didn't change it. It's some kind of orchestra, I'll have to remember that. I mostly just watched the rain fall outside and smiled. I loved rain, and I was happy there was a change from today's bright sun.
It wasn't long before we reached the tavern he was talking about. Heather's hung in yellow lettering on an old wooden sign. It was soaking wet from the storm and I could smell the sweet wet wood. John was right, I did love this place.
We stepped inside, and walked over to the bar counter, where a woman in a blue dress and a yellow apron was putting away an array of different things. She had shoulder length brown hair and what looked to be a sprinkling of freckles. She smiled as soon as she saw us.
"Hey, customers! Welcome to Heather's, I'm Veronica and I'm happy to help you." I smiled at her.
"Table for two please." She sat us down and gave us two menus. We ordered our drinks, both beers, and waited patiently for their arrival. John was looking through the menu, and I soon found myself staring at him, his soft chestnut curls and cute little freckles. Oh my Lord, he's beautiful. But soon enough my eyes were met by his adorable hazel orbs. I blushed and snapped my gaze to my menu, skimming through the different entrées. Whole wheat linguini pasta in a creamy Alfredo sauce with baked chicken and a dusting of par-
"So, Alexander, what are you going to have?"
You, dork. "I'm kinda leaning towards the chicken Alfredo, how about you."
"I think I'll get the same."
Oh my God, we're soulmates!
"Wait, what?"
"And I said that out loud."

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