You walk down the streets of Sheffield with Alex holding your hand. He looks down at you and smiles.
"Are you cold?" he asks. You shake your head and he nods. He looks a little nervous, so you kiss his hand to calm him down. He looks at you appreciatively. He leads you to a small, pretty restaurant you were unfamiliar with. The sign at the top of the building read "505", and it was covered in fairy lights.
"505?" you ask.
"I know, it's a weird name for a restaurant isn't it?" Alex says.
"It's so pretty!" you say, admiring the exotic looking plants that were scattered across the front porch of the little restaurant.
"It's a nice little place," he says, smiling. "Can we go inside now?" Alex chuckles. You were too busy staring at the pretty plants.
"Oh, right, yeah" you say, he leads you inside.
The warmness of the place takes you by surprise. The air smelt of gravy and baked potatoes.
"It smells damn good in here, Darcy" Alex says, sniffing the air. You nod in agreement and follow him to a small booth. You suddenly become well aware of the time. This time tomorrow Alex would be long gone on his flight to America.
"So, what do you want? To eat, that is" Alex mumbles, not taking his eyes off the menu. You scan the menu, everything looked really nice. You couldn't decide.
"I'm not sure," you frown, "what are you having?"
Alex shrugs, his eyes still on the menu.
"Probably just a pasta, though that isn't that posh" he says. You smile at him.
"Sweetie, you don't have to order something fancy," you say, laughing.
"I know, I just wanted you to feel like.. fancy. I don't know," he says, half smiling.
"I do feel fancy!" you insist. You look around the homely restaurant. It was a really nice place, and a lot of people were wearing fancy clothes. It looked really nice and calm though, too. The perfect place to take you out for dinner. Suddenly a pretty waitress walks over.
"You guys ready to order?" she says, pulling out a little notebook from her back pocket.
"Yeah, I'll have just some pasta. With lots of sauce, like just pour the whole pan on there" he says. The waitress smiles at his unintentional cuteness.
"I'll tell the chef to add extra sauce just for you," she says, grinning. He chuckles.
"And you?" the waitress says, turning to you.
"I'll have the same, just not as much sauce," you laugh. She smiles, writing into her notebook.
"Got it," she says. "Any drinks?" she asks, looking up at Al.
"Coke for me, cheers," he says. She looks at you.
"Um.. Diet coke," you say. She nods and saunters into the kitchen to give your order to the chef.
"You okay?" Alex asks.
"Yeah, I'm amazing" you say, smiling at him.
