I felt nervous at booth in the diner. I wasn't sure if it was normal nervous or if I actually had a generally accepted reason to be nervous.

I scratched at the top of the table with my nailless fingers, to try to comfort myself but inevitably it does nothing to the table nor to calm me.

I glance over at Craig who's scanning the room (looking half-pissed off, but then again, that's usually how he looks so...), presumably for a waitress- this diner has never exactly had the best service.

I watch Craig look over the room slowly, my face heating up stupidly- I mean, we're on a date- kind of- right? I can call this a date even if it's not technically a date, right?

"Why are looking at me like that?"

I blush further as Craig's voice interrupts my thoughts, his face looking less bitchy than before.

"I uh," I stammer scratching at my jeans as a lean onto my arm on the table, "N-Nothing, I was just- I- I-Is this a-"

"Hello! Sorry for the wait, we're a little busy right now, you guys know how it is," the waitress, Cindy, according to her name tag, says, "What can I get you to drink?"

I let Craig order for both of us, not really caring what he gets either of us because I trust him and I don't want to order for myself, so I just won't criticize whatever he gets for me because that would be rude-

"What were you saying before?" Craig asks me, as he flips boredly through the menu Cindy left behind while she went to get our drinks.

"I don't know- w-was I saying something?" I blurt out, my face becoming redder. Craig raises an eyebrow at this but otherwise doesn't say anything about it.

I'm half grateful and half upset. Is this a date? Is this a date?

"Are you going to look at the menu or just silently sit there?" Craig asks me flatly, not looking up from the menu as he flips a page. My hands shoot out grabbing the menu and flipping through it, even though I don't need to because I don't know if I can eat right now while my stomach's in knots and I always get the same thing- Craig should know that- and- now he's laughing at me- oh God-

Craig smirks, "You don't have to look through it if you don't want to."

"It's fine! I-I wanted to," Craig looks skeptically at me and I feel more pressured, "I-I was thinking of t-trying something new!"

Craig nods slowly, looking back down at his menu, "You're holding it upside down."

There is no way this will go well.