A PICTURE PERFECT DATE

-----~[ROSE'S POV]~-----

I sit at my own side of the table leaning against it with my elbow and chin in my palms completely hypnotized by the embodiment of perfection seated right before me scanning the menu with beautiful eyes squinted.

I just can't stop staring at him. It all feels too good to be true. One would think I am a silly longer with the way I keep staring at him with an uncontrollable smile exploring my lips.

“I will take uh…the vegetable salad and…barbecue.“ I grimace at his greenish choice of food and he looks up at me handling me the menu. “What?"

I force a smile. “Nothing." I say immediately and shake my head. I turn to the menu in my hands. “I will have uh…fruit salad and mayonnaise with barbecue.“ I say and the waiter leaves to fetch our orders.

I tap my fingers on the table toying with my lips as I look out the window. I turn back to see him staring at me with a big smile on his face. “What?" I ask with a chuckle.