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to ask me out next time.”
“What’s with the attitude all of a sudden?”
“I’m just taking charge of this date. That’s all.” He reaches over to hold my hand and this time I let him. “Now tell me how you learned to bowl like that.”
We drive back toward Moorhurst, passing the campus and driving for another half hour until we’re almost at his hometown.
“Garret, we’re close to where your parents live. Aren’t you worried they’ll see us?”
“Katherine would never let my dad take her to the place we’re going. It’s not expensive enough. And I told you, I’m not listening to them anymore. If they have a problem with us dating, I really don’t care.”
We get to the restaurant. It’s an upscale Mexican place. The inside has colored lights and a fountain. I’ve never heard of half of the stuff on the menu, but I find some familiar tacos to order.
“Now THIS is Mexican food,” Garret says as he dips a chip in some fresh guacamole. “Not that shit Mexican you ate from that taco stand by campus.” He’s referring to the taco stand that seems to make everyone sick except me.
“The taco stand is still in business, so it can’t be that bad.” I try some of the salsa. “Although I admit that the food here is way better. And I like the atmosphere. It’s fun. You did good, Garret.”
His cocky grin appears. “I don’t know what I was thinking letting you plan our date. You probably would’ve picked that taco stand for dinner if I let you.”
“Nah. Probably the burger joint by the dry cleaners.”
“That place is just as disgusting. Well, that confirms it. I’ll be planning the dates from here on out.”
“I still haven’t agreed to go out with you again.”
He nudges my foot under the table and smiles. “You will.”
Our food arrives and just as we start to eat, a mariachi band stops by our table singing some type of love song. It makes me laugh, not just because of the song but because they’re not very good. The main singer is way off key. I try to hide my laughter because the guy is really trying hard.
Garret sees me struggling. He sets his fork down, then reaches over and holds the hand I’m not eating with and gazes into my eyes. The mariachi guys notice and assume their music has caused Garret’s romantic gesture. The bad singer nods at Garret and gets a huge grin on his face, singing even louder.
I’m practically in tears trying to keep from laughing. I give Garret a look to cut it out, but he’s enjoying this way too much. He picks my hand up and kisses it.
Finally, the song ends. Garret takes some money from his wallet and gives it to the guy.
“Muchas gracias,” the singer says. He points to me. “Beautiful girl. You two are a lovely couple.”
“We are, aren’t we?” Garret says, smiling at me, then back at the singer.
“You two get married some day. I sing at your wedding.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a business card.
“Thank you.” Garret takes the card, then looks at me. “Jade, he could sing at our wedding. Wouldn’t that be great?”
I kick his foot under the table. “Um, yeah. Great.” I turn to the singer. “Thanks again. It was very nice music.”
The guy nods and moves on to another table. Garret releases my hand and goes back to eating like the whole scene didn’t even happen.
“Did you have to do that?” I ask him. “You knew I was dying over here. They would’ve left if you hadn’t started that hand-holding crap.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t want them to leave. I was enjoying it.”
“They were horrible! That guy was way off key.” I take a bite of my taco.
“He did better than I would do. I didn’t think he was that bad. And you must’ve liked him at least a little. You agreed to let him sing at our wedding.”
I almost choke when he says it. I take a big gulp of my soda. He continues to eat as if his comment is perfectly normal and expected. “We’re on a first date here,
“What’s with the attitude all of a sudden?”
“I’m just taking charge of this date. That’s all.” He reaches over to hold my hand and this time I let him. “Now tell me how you learned to bowl like that.”
We drive back toward Moorhurst, passing the campus and driving for another half hour until we’re almost at his hometown.
“Garret, we’re close to where your parents live. Aren’t you worried they’ll see us?”
“Katherine would never let my dad take her to the place we’re going. It’s not expensive enough. And I told you, I’m not listening to them anymore. If they have a problem with us dating, I really don’t care.”
We get to the restaurant. It’s an upscale Mexican place. The inside has colored lights and a fountain. I’ve never heard of half of the stuff on the menu, but I find some familiar tacos to order.
“Now THIS is Mexican food,” Garret says as he dips a chip in some fresh guacamole. “Not that shit Mexican you ate from that taco stand by campus.” He’s referring to the taco stand that seems to make everyone sick except me.
“The taco stand is still in business, so it can’t be that bad.” I try some of the salsa. “Although I admit that the food here is way better. And I like the atmosphere. It’s fun. You did good, Garret.”
His cocky grin appears. “I don’t know what I was thinking letting you plan our date. You probably would’ve picked that taco stand for dinner if I let you.”
“Nah. Probably the burger joint by the dry cleaners.”
“That place is just as disgusting. Well, that confirms it. I’ll be planning the dates from here on out.”
“I still haven’t agreed to go out with you again.”
He nudges my foot under the table and smiles. “You will.”
Our food arrives and just as we start to eat, a mariachi band stops by our table singing some type of love song. It makes me laugh, not just because of the song but because they’re not very good. The main singer is way off key. I try to hide my laughter because the guy is really trying hard.
Garret sees me struggling. He sets his fork down, then reaches over and holds the hand I’m not eating with and gazes into my eyes. The mariachi guys notice and assume their music has caused Garret’s romantic gesture. The bad singer nods at Garret and gets a huge grin on his face, singing even louder.
I’m practically in tears trying to keep from laughing. I give Garret a look to cut it out, but he’s enjoying this way too much. He picks my hand up and kisses it.
Finally, the song ends. Garret takes some money from his wallet and gives it to the guy.
“Muchas gracias,” the singer says. He points to me. “Beautiful girl. You two are a lovely couple.”
“We are, aren’t we?” Garret says, smiling at me, then back at the singer.
“You two get married some day. I sing at your wedding.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a business card.
“Thank you.” Garret takes the card, then looks at me. “Jade, he could sing at our wedding. Wouldn’t that be great?”
I kick his foot under the table. “Um, yeah. Great.” I turn to the singer. “Thanks again. It was very nice music.”
The guy nods and moves on to another table. Garret releases my hand and goes back to eating like the whole scene didn’t even happen.
“Did you have to do that?” I ask him. “You knew I was dying over here. They would’ve left if you hadn’t started that hand-holding crap.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t want them to leave. I was enjoying it.”
“They were horrible! That guy was way off key.” I take a bite of my taco.
“He did better than I would do. I didn’t think he was that bad. And you must’ve liked him at least a little. You agreed to let him sing at our wedding.”
I almost choke when he says it. I take a big gulp of my soda. He continues to eat as if his comment is perfectly normal and expected. “We’re on a first date here,
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