Hannah

"Let me guess, it's a surprise again?"

"No, it's not. I've learned not to surprise you anymore. We're just going to a small restaurant.

After the first date, I had to stay home until I was well enough before I was able to go on the second date.

"Oh okay. Good thing I wore this dress. I don't want to embarrass you or anything, you know," I reply with a low laugh.

"Hannah, you could never embarrass me. Not with that ass."

"Oh, jeez."

I roll my eyes at his statement as he stops the car. "We're here."

Micheal gets out and opens the door for me. He holds my hand as we step inside the restaurant.

"Reservation for Micheal Capone."

"Say please, Michael."

He groans, "Reservation for Michael Capone. Please. "

I smile and stand on my tippy toes, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

"Right this way, sir." The hostess says, striding in front of us and we follow behind. He takes us to a booth next to the window, making an incredible view of outside next to us.

I sit across from Micheal and set my bag on the side of me.

"What would you like to drink, sir?" The woman asks.

"I'll have a beer."

She turns to me, "And you ma'am?"

"Um, can I just get an apple juice, please?"

"Coming right up." She replies and walks away.

Micheal stares at me with an amused expression, "Apple juice?"

"What? Apple juice slaps."

There is not a better thirst quencher than Apple Juice and no one can tell me otherwise. 

He begins laughing and I sit up straight with a grin. "Let's talk about you, Micheal. You never share anything."

"Same for you, woman."

"Okay, how about we play a game? Well, it's not really a game but whatever."

"What do you mean?" He asks, leaning forward and giving me his full attention.

"So one of us names a subject or asks a question, then the other one has to answer or they're automatically be disqualified. Deal?"

He nods, "Deal."

"I'll start. What's your favorite color?"

"Blue. What's your favorite color?"

"Red." I smirk, "I'm going to try a harder one. What age were you, when you first did the nasty?"

"You mean fuck?"

"Well, I mean you don't have to call it that. You know other things work too. For example, 'the Deed', 'Buttering the biscuit' 'cleaning the gar-"

"So sex?"

"Yes."

"Fifteen or sixteen. Can't really remember. What about you?"

"Eighteen. Alright next, what are your parent's names?"

He stops smiling immediately at the mention of his parents. Instead, it is replaced with his usual unreadable expression.

"Brick, what happened?"

He stays silent and I wave my hand in his face.

"Micheal?"

He finally looks up from the table, "Yeah?"

"What happened? You went all quiet and stuff."

"Nothing."

"Obviously it wasn't nothing. Your whole mood changed."

"It was nothing, don't worry about it."

"Yes it was. Tell m-"

"Hannah, shit, I said it was nothing, so stop fucking asking me alright?"

My eyes go slightly wide at the change in his tone. I start to feel my eyes water at being yelled. Gosh, I hate how sensitive I am.

Hannah don't do it, do not let the waterworks come. It's not even that serious. Fight it, fight it!

Not being able to fight it any longer, I excuse myself before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

I was grateful there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom with me. I shake my head as I sit in the restroom stall.

"I shouldn't have even asked a question like that. This only the second date."

I panic when there is a knock on the stall door as I am about to pick up a napkin.

"Hannah? You in there?"

I lift my feet and mumble, "No."

"It's a little weird to be in here, but I was looking for you. Look, I'm sorry, Hannah. I didn't mean to yell at you like that, that's just a touchy subject. But still, that's no excuse. I'm a jackass and I hope you'll still be willing to go on another date with me after this."

Another date? He wants me to go on another date? Wow, they usually lose interest by the middle of the second.

I open the door after fixing myself and Micheal stands up straight.

"Do you mean that?"

"Absolutely."

"And you're never going to cuss at me like that again?"

"Yes."

I hold my pinky out. "You have to pinky promise. If you break it, that's like forbidden, Michael."

He holds his pinky out and I smile at his seriousness, "I promise." He replies.

"Good. Then I would love to."

He sighs in relief and says, "Thank you. I thought you were going to make me get on my knees and beg for forgiveness.

I turn to him with a serious expression, "Who says I wasn't?"

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind getting on my knees to eat you ou-" I cover his mouth as a woman walks inside the bathroom.

Pulling him out of the restroom with me, I hit his arm lightly, "I was kidding."

He shrugs, "I was down but whatever." He says as we sit back down at our table.

"Micheal." I deadpan.

He looks at me with not an ounce of playfulness. "I'm just saying, if you ever and I mean ever, need someone to fuck the shit out of you in a restaurant bathroom, I will gladly volunteer."

My mouth goes agape at seeing just how serious he is.

So bold.

I shake my head again and laugh. "I'll keep that in mind.

"So what do you want to get?" Micheal asks as if nothing happened, handing a menu to me.

I stare at it in confusion. Everything looked fancy, yet very small. None of them looked like anything I wanted to eat. But I don't tell Brick, wanting to prevent him from thinking I wasn't having a good time.

"Sweetheart." He says after a minute.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to get out of here and get a burger?"

Finally!

"Absolutely! Gosh, I don't know what any of these are."

"A burger and some fries will do the trick. I'll get the check." He says, taking out some bills from his pants pocket and setting it on the table. I straight my dress and pick up my purse. When we are both ready, Micheal holds my hand as we walk out of the restaurant.

He takes us to a drive through at a burger place. Micheal orders two burgers for his self and one for me. We also get fries to share and he parks the car in a parking lot of somewhere.

As I am eating my burger, I glance at Micheal to see is already staring at me. I feel around my face and fix my hair as he continues to stare.

"What? Do I have ketchup on my face or something."

"No."

"Then what?"

He smiles, "You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"

Ugly, short, fat-faced, yes. But beautiful, no, that's for the models.

"Well, I wouldn't say that, but thank you, Michael."

"I'm serious. But come on, let's get you home. I know you have a long day tomorrow and I don't want to disrespect you by fucking you right here in this car, so let's go."

When we arrive at my house, he leans over and kisses my cheek gently. I rush inside so be doesn't see me blushing.