Milia 

     I was laying on the couch watching The Ugly truth movie with my family. Although I've seen it before, I enjoyed the movie. All of them were attached to it even Scott, the most elementary bored person. Also, the theme and the genre were amusing. Cross out the previous critique in me; Young Gerard Butler is what I truly relished.

My phone buzzed on my lap, but I ignored it. It buzzed again, so I peeked at the screen and found, that it was a text from Miles.

He replied to the 'Miles' I sent at two this afternoon. ''Yeah,' 'You can call me a steak.' I read his texts.

'Fine. Steak, our conversation made me crave tacos, steak, and fajitas.' I craved them, but when I texted before I had lunch.

'Steak the food?' He played.

'Funny.'

'Get dressed,' His text popped.

'I'm sorry?' What did he mean by that?

'Get-dressed.' He texted. I think repeating the phrase won't help with understanding it.

'G'
'E'
'T'
'D'
'R'  He texted every letter separately as if I would understand by that.

'I mean why?' I clicked on send.

'I'm taking you out for dinner'

'?' I sent a simple solo standing question mark. My creativity disagreed with that. I was stunned for a while because if I satisfied myself with everything I crave by simply going out to do so, I will never be at home. Unless it's mum's food is what I crave.

'Fifteen minutes and I'm at our doorstep' His text popped.

'You don't even know my address'

'You are underestimating me.' He texted.

'we'll see.' My stomach decided that I'm going.

'Just get ready.' He texted, and I kept staring at the conversation for a while. I'm not saying I hate in time plans or anything, but I don't know him to have plans already.

I got off the couch and started walking to my room. "Where are you going? The movie didn't end yet." Alex asked chewing on his popcorn.

"I have plans."

"I don't get easily attached to a movie." He talked with a mouthful of popcorn.

"I know," I said and walked up to my room.

 I opened my closet and stood to stare at the clothes for a while. I grabbed a V-neck, white and black striped t-shirt, skinny black trousers, and an oversized jeans jacket. 

I put the clothes on, then sat on my dresser. I let my hair loose, put on small golden earrings, and a thin gold plated necklace. My phone rang while I was applying my eyeliner. I learned recently to apply it. I mean without creating waves on my eyes lids.

 I finished the line and looked to the screen. It read Miles. "Hey," I Picked it up.

"I'm in your driveway."

"Okay, I'm coming," I said, and he hung up.

I grabbed my rose gold small purse and set my wallet, my phone, and I thought I won't need the car keys. I put on casual black ankle strap heels. The confidence of heels hit me the moment I stood up again. I walked downstairs and went to the living room. "I'm going out," I hang my purse on my shoulder.

"With Zoe and the rest?" Mum asked as she put down her glasses.

"No, with Miles, a friend of Scott." I declared.

"Oh..."  It wasn't planned so I had no time telling her. We'll get a drastic conversation over this.

"I'll take my hat off for your simplicity." My dad added, and I blew a kiss to him. Wait, is he talking about that I didn't tell them earlier or about my outfit.

"I'll go," I said and walked to the door.

       This. This exactly can be my desktop background; California gradient sunset with Miles leaning against his navy Mustang. I smiled and walked to him. "If every time I told you I crave something, you will take me out, then we will spend the rest of our lives eating." I smiled.

"I don't mind, but I'll mind losing my fit." He grinned as I approached him.

"I'll mind that too. Wait your car does have this option of removing the ceiling thing?" I looked behind him to  the car.

"It's called cabriolet..." He can be cocky about his car knowledge. I won't allow anyone to be, but damn his knowledge was kind of attractive.

"Got it," I said still watching the car.

"Come on." He stood up, and I lost the heels confident. My height with heels was nothing compared to his, but his height gives me safe vibes. He can shield me from rain or anything. He walked to the passenger door and opened the door.

"Thank you." I smiled as he closed it.

"So where are we going?" I asked as he was driving.

"To satisfy your cravings." The gradient pink and orange sky reflected on his sunglasses. I take 
back my dislike for it; the moment he turned to look to me.

"Sounds good." I thought to myself that he looks good too.

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