5:58 p.m. Saturday evening, you stepped into the diner welcomed by a lovely waitress.
The lovely scenery of the chandeliers and the dimly lit restaurant made you feel so warm. Especially since it was a little cold outside, sweater weather but not heavy coat weather. "Hi, how may we be of service to you?" The waitress asked, you wondered how many times she had recited that same sentence, with that same smile. "Hey, I'm seating with someone at table five." You put your phone into your dress pocket. "Oh, of course. She said you would be in about now, I'll walk to your table." As she walked you, you admired the lovely art in the wall. You fought the urge to feel it, the brush strokes seemed so 3D. "Here you are. Order when you're ready." The waitress, who you finally caught the name of by her glistening name tag, Amy, placed a bell in your table. Ooh fancy. As soon as she left you shifted your attention to Billie. "Wow, Billie. You look so beautiful!" You complimented in awe.
the dress: (this but in a light pink)
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"It's stunning, I honestly expected you to wear a light pink tuxedo," you chucked, still a little shocked. "Well, it's a special night..." She smiled,"With a very special person." She said in a weird child voice that made you laugh.
6:23 p.m. Saturday afternoon, you and Billie discussed some very embarrassing childhood stories
"Okay so, Y/N. I have to admit something." She took a sip of her cranberry juice, you thought it was funny it was in a wine glass. "I don't go to a public school." She looked a little ashamed, but you didn't know why. "Oh, so like a private school." "Nope." "You dropped out?!" "No!" "ARE YOU HOMELESS?" "What? No! I'm homeschooled. Jesus Y/N." "Bille I don't care if you're homeschooled." You inches closer to her. you say in a booth, and although you were across from each other, they were connected on the right side. "But why didn't you tell me before?" You inquired. "Because, every time I do I feel like people automatically develop an opinion of me. Like I'm stuck up or something." She held her head down a little. "What? That's crazy!" "I know right? Anyway why don't you come over to my house, and you could meet my family!" She lifted her head back up. You had inched so close your thighs were almost touching. "Meeting the parents already, are we," you laughed. "...and of course I will!" "It's a date!" She joked.
