A fruity date 🥝🍓

Chapter 2

Corin and Prune were chatting happily about their life and exchanged Fruitagram usernames.

They gossiped about all the latest news and Prune was quite funny. She made all these jokes on their president, a pineapple who wasn't very good at his job. His name was Piny Trumpleton.

Never had they ever seen such a bad leader. Thankfully, the elections were about the same time the two fruits would start to rot. Unlucky for them, they would never have a good president.

But when the two fruits got to their restaurant, it was crowded and loud and baby fruit screamed and mischievous kids messed about.

Prune suddenly got hit by a mysterious piece of celery and it left a tiny, wet stain in the middle of her floral print dress.

She sighed loudly and Corin tried helping her but instead bumped into her and she hit a table, making it turn around and spill all the contents on the floor: salad, spaghetti and an unknown green gooey thing that splattered loudly against the wooden floor. 

The two had created even more mess and smiled awkwardly at the turned table.

Then a couple of toddler kids mistook their  action for a food fight and started picking up the food. They threw it around at anyone they could find and more kids threw their cakes, making them land on faces, clothes and other places that I would rather not speak of.

When a bacon pie landed on Corin's face, he licked it off his mouth angrily, then nodded in appreciation but soon forgot at the meatball on his crotch. He was so mad, steam left a patch of his hairy body that was supposed to be his ear.

He fumed over to the food table and slowly picked it up. Then, he turned over to Prune, smiled evilly and threw it hard on her pretty clothing.

She scoffed at his and tried taking it off her but in vain. Instead, she picked up a ball of ice cream that froze her hand—but she paid no attention to it—and launched it at her date.

They got into the biggest food fight, until the manager came down and screamed for silence.

"What the hell is happening?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs and all fruits covered their ears. But regretted it when they got food on them.

Of course the manager knew it was a food fight so he asked, "Who the fuck started this?!" 

Everyone pointed their fingers at Corin and Prune. When they saw this, they looked outraged, but still tried edging to the doorway.

"Ah, Ah," the manger shook his finger. "You come with me. You must pay for all this insolence!"

And the couple trudged sadly away. Their date was not going off to a good start.