You have been texting Phil Swift back and forth for days.
He eventually asks you out to dinner, in the city. You graciously accept. Of course you do.
You go and meet him at the time you scheduled. You were so nervous that he wouldn't like you enough to actually come meet you at the restaurant, but there he was, sitting at a booth, fidgeting with a napkin. You walk over and sit down in front of him.
"Hello, (Y/N)," Phil smiles, looking up at you. His cheeks seemed a little rosier than usual, "I-I'm glad you made it."
"H-hey," you respond awkwardly.
He smiles, "You look ravishing, tonight."
You blush and chuckle softly, "Thank you..."
You order your food and Phil orders his. You start eating as soon as you get it. You're starving. You didn't talk much, while you ate. Phil didn't either.
After dinner, Phil looks at you, eyes twinkling. He smirks, "You should come back to my place."
You nod rapidly, face getting pink.
He leads you back to his Flex Glue(tm) Buggy. He helps you get into the buggy.
A few minutes later, you arrive at his home, which is held together, entirely, with Flex Glue, like a gingerbread house.
You walk inside and Phil leads you upstairs.
He takes you to a room just up the stairs and to the left. He opens the door.
Inside is his entire Flex Seal(tm) product collection.
"Do you like it, (Y/N)?" he interrupts the silence.
"I love it," you respond.
Then he kisses you passionately.
