Chapter 11

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Simon

I really want to bring Elio out on a date since the picnic in the park thing didn't really count. The problem is that I don't know where to bring him. Usually when someone asks someone out on a date, they already have an idea for a place in mind. But, I'm not everyone else.

Elio and I are sitting in my car. I'm secretly searching up places to go on my phone.

"Are you going to start the car?" Elio asks.

"In a minute." I say, not looking up from my phone.

"What are you doing?" he asks. I see him trying to lean over.

I pull my phone away from him. "Nothing. I promise." I say.

"Simon, I know when you're lying." Elio says. "Please tell me what you are doing."

I sigh. "I'm trying to find places to take you."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I want to take you out on a date. I don't know where to take you, so I was searching up places to go." I explain.

"Oh. Why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" he asks.

"I wanted to be a romantic boyfriend and take you somewhere special." I say.

"You are already a romantic boyfriend." he says. "And anywhere you decide to take me will be special in my eyes."

I smile. "Thanks." Then, out of nowhere, I thought of a great idea.

"Do you want to go to a restaurant?" I say.

"What type?" Elio asks.

I give him a huge smile. "Italian."

His eyes light up. "I love that idea!"

"Let's go then." I say. I start my car and we go off.

***

It takes a while to get to the restaurant mainly because we got lost a few times. But it's okay. We're here now and that's all that matters. We walked up to the front counter for a waiter to bring us to our chair. A man came around and looked at the pair of us.

"Elio, è passato così tanto tempo. E chi è questo con te?" He asked Elio in what I assumed was Italian. I looked at Elio to see if he understood what he said.

"Piacere di rivederti, Manuel. Questo è il mio nuovo fidanzato, Simon. Siamo qui al nostro primo appuntamento." Elio responded in Italian.

Oh my god. He has the most beautiful voice. But when he speaks in Italian...I'm losing my mind right now.

"Destra. Per favore, seguimi in questo modo." The waiter grabbed two menus and guided us to our table. We sit down and I just stare at Elio, shocked.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I didn't notice how beautiful your voice is in Italian." I say.

"Aw, thanks. But you do know that I can speak French and German too, right?" he says.

"Really?" I say. I'm so interested by him. "How come you haven't told me all of this?"

"You never ask." he says. A different waiter came up to us.

"Ciao Elio. Qualche cosa posso farti iniziare? O hai bisogno di più tempo?" She asked.

"Ciao, Jaclyn. Possiamo entrambi prendere il mio solito drink?" Elio asked.

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