Before long, Delgado and Rosalind finally arrived at Romano's. The whole building, inside and outside, clearly had the motif of a classic Italian restaurant (with some touches of French style) with colors mainly consisting of white, tomato red, and basil green- definitely a color scheme bound to leave a mouth watering (along with the intoxicatingly delicious aromas emitting from inside). There were also some tables set right outside the building for outdoor dining, just like several French cafés. 

  Meanwhile, Triple-D were lurking at a respectful distance behind their speedy brother and his date, with DJ standing beside them. "Okay, DJ."

  "We've got the gear to set up their table."

  "You got the tunes?"

  "You know I always do," DJ answered in a cool, confident whisper, whipping out his trusty keyboard. "Thank Dog Da Vinci taught me Italian."

  With that, the three little divas started sneaking past Delgado and Rosalind to set up their personal table at the back of the building. Meanwhile, DJ stayed behind, got his keyboard prepared, and started playing some romantic Italian songs. Obviously, this music didn't go unheard by the humans who were dining outside. Pretty soon, all of them got out of their chairs and started dancing along to the music. As a result, there were quickly a bunch of large (at least by dog standards) feet all over the place, prompting both Delgado and Rosalind to rush over into the alley to the right of the building. There, they found quite a surprise!

  There was a small, puppy-sized table adorned with a beautiful French-blue and white floral-designed tablecloth, and atop it was a couple of small yet brightly-lit candles in beautiful red holders (adorned with white hearts), two beige and dark reddish-brown pamphlets that appeared to be copies of the restaurant's menus, a breadstick-filled, little basket with a basil-green cloth, and two little white cards on opposite sides of the table, with each of the two's names in golden-yellow cursive letters. 

  "Well," Rosalind finally spoke up, "that's unexpected."

  "Yeah," Delgado added in agreement, "maybe they saw us at the restaurant and got a table ready."

  They both went up towards the table, sat themselves down (on the little seats that accompanied the table, both of which had emerald-green cushioning), and started browsing through their menus. Delgado was speed-reading through his, and all the while, he was thinking to himself, Ooh! Bolognese sauce! That sounds so good!

  "I think I'll get the vegan pesto spaghetti with organic roma tomatoes," Rosalind said as she placed her menu down, prompting Delgado to quickly (and nervously) respond, "Uhh, y-yeah, me too!"

  "Are you sure?" Rosalind commented, quickly noticing the traces of reluctance in his voice. "We don't have to both get the same thing."

  "Well," Delgado began, "I've actually never had it before, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."

  "Okay then. I sure hope you like the roma tomatoes, or 'romatoes," as I like to call them." Rosalind started giggling, and Delgado soon found himself chuckling along.

  Suddenly, when neither of them were looking, both of the candles on the table went out, bringing their chuckles to an abrupt stop. Well, at least if I end up making a stupid face, she won't see it, Delgado thought to himself.

  Just then, before either of them could give a verbal reaction, both of the candles were mysteriously relit. The menus had both vanished and been replaced by a large plate of pesto spaghetti (both the sauce and pasta being organic and vegan, of course) with roma tomatoes. "Whoa, that was fast," Delgado was quick to point out, "we haven't even ordered yet."

  "It looks like we ended up with one plate for two," Rosalind added. Delgado looked down at the large plate between the two of them and then back up at Rosalind. "Well, ladies first."

  "Well, that is quite a common phrase," Rosalind countered, "but I'm a girl, not a lady. To be honest, I've never really been a big fan of the term 'lady.'"

  "Huh, really," Delgado responded with his interest mildly raised, "well, still, the first bite is all yours."

  "How about we both go at the same time?" Rosalind finally suggested, to which Delgado answered, "Uh, okay then."

  With that, the two of them started going in for their bites, but then their foreheads bonked. They both giggled it off before diving right back in. As they were enjoying the (surprisingly, to Delgado) delicious vegan pasta, it wasn't long before their noses booped together, opening their eyes to see that their lips had stopped just a few millimeters short of a kiss. This immediately prompted them to abashedly turn their heads away from each other, with both their faces blushing brighter than both the candles on their table.

  All the while this was happening, DJ (who'd taken his trusty keyboard to the back of the building, right in a certain spot where he'd determined that the echo was perfect) was still playing the romantic tunes (while, at the same time, physically restraining Deja Vu from the table's "long breadies").

  After a little while, once Delgado and Rosalind had both sufficiently recovered from the rather embarrassing near-kiss experience, the former shifted his eyes over towards the latter and said, "Hey, you got some sauce on your face."

  Rosalind responded by pointing to a little spot around her muzzle and asking, "Here?"

  "No," Delgado responded, "on your right cheek."

  While still looking towards Delgado, Rosalind turned her head so that the sauce-splashed cheek was facing him. She started reaching for a napkin, but then Delgado got one from his side and said, "It's alright. I got it."

  He leaned in a little bit closer to the cheek, licked the napkin a little, and then used it to wipe the sauce off of his date's cheek. With that out of the way, they continued eating their shared vegan meal. After that, Delgado said, "I'll handle the check."

  "How about we just go Dutch?" Rosalind suggested, to which Delgado quickly replied, "Go Dutch? But I don't even know the language!"

  Upon hearing this response, Rosalind immediately cracked up, eliciting a "Nailed it" smile from her wheelchair-bound date. "So you're an athlete and a comedian?!"

  He sure is, DJ thought as he brought a smooth fade to the romantic tunes.

  "I guess so," Delgado confidently responded, and they both got up from their table and went up to the back door. 

  "Don't you think we should let them know that their meal was on the house?" DJ whisperingly asked as he and Triple-D were watching from afar, to which Deja Vu replied, "That depends: can I have the long breadies now?" and Dallas scoldingly followed up, "Deja Vu, no! Those are bread carbs!"

  DJ just rolled his eyes and said, "So aren't we gonna bus the table?" 

  To this statement, Destiny promptly scoffed, "'We'? There is no way I'm following the gender stereotype of girls always cleaning up after others!" with Dallas continuing, "And that's the exact kind of work that'll so ruin my pawdicure!" and Deja Vu adding, "Uhhh... What they said," much to DJ's annoyance.

  Delgado started scratching on the door, and as he and Rosalind both waited for a response, they each got out how much each of them would pay for the meal, and DJ started bussing their table. All the while, the music-loving pup was thinking, Mom has definitely spoiled those three rotten. What are they gonna do with themselves once their careers come to a close?

  After a little while, a tall male human who appeared to be one of the chefs came through the back door and looked down at the two puppies reaching their shared pay up towards him. He immediately had him thinking to himself, Two classily-dressed puppies offering me money in a dark alleyway? What. The... Oh, well, and he happily accepted the money.