For Belgium

[deutschemann]

[He arrived an hour early before the promised time despite spending all night reading on manuals about what to do on dates. He's learned from his past experiences and made sure the books he got had some credibility. So now he's wearing something comfortable and less formal. Just a simple brown coat, beige dress shirt, light brown slacks, and clean cut loafers.]

[He's also holding a small present which he keeps inside his pants pocket for later. No flowers, nothing too big. He wouldn't want to give too much of an impression. No, never again. Hopefully, this time it would go well without any misunderstandings.]

Comments

[deutschemann]

[She's incredibly honest which makes it easier for him. He doesn't need to think too much about what she wants. It's a good quality.]

[He gives a small smile, just a little crease on the side, and squeezes her hand back. He's happy that she's happy and her saying so makes him confident that he's doing the correct thing.]

That's what I want for today too.

[That settles it, he's going to pay for everything.

They appear into the little store, the brightly lit menu board displaying arrays of flavors and combinations.]

What do you want to get?

[bellabelgium]

[ It's all she can be. The more honest the easier this seems like it might be. Maybe. Sometimes honesty is brutal but for the moment, it's making life easier.

She smiles as they walk in together, looking like that couple earlier in the aquarium that she was almost envious over; happy, comfortable, at ease, almost glowing. She's happy. She's content. And they're about to make this sweeter with ice cream. ]

I think I want something refreshing and fruity. Maybe lemon sorbet?

;-; Sorry, I've been sick ugh.

[deutschemann]

Is that what you want?

What size? They have it in solo scoop and extra large servings.

[Though this may be new to him, he feels that same contentment. It would take some getting used to, but he's looking forward to it being something he'd repeat.

Provided he'd grow the courage to ask her on a second date.]

You are absolutely okay. I hope you feel better.

[bellabelgium]

Hm... the two scoop cup, please.

[ Just enough to cool her down, satisfy her sweet tooth and cleanse her palette. And maybe share a bite with him. ]

I am! I'm recovering quite well! I hope you and your family are alright too.

[deutschemann]

Two scoops? Are you going to eat it by yourself?

[First beer, now ice cream. She has quite the stomach. If she will eat it alone, he'd have to order for himself.]

Good. And we're alright-ish. Getting by.

[bellabelgium]

Did you want more than that? I figured a scoop each would be nice but if you want more we can get more.

That's good. Take care of yourself, ok?

[deutschemann]

A scoop each is fine.

[He places the order, and within a few minutes, two scoops of lemon sorbet appears...


...on one cone.]