My breath is hitched and my heart starts beating fast. All because I see her. She's beautiful. She's smiling happily and staring at her watch. She waiting for me and I can't help but grin. She really came.

I walk over to her seat but stand behind her. Her short blonde hair is brushed back nicely and it looks like she is wearing a nice shirt and pants that match. It makes me kinda mad at myself because i didn't do my best in preparing for the date. All I have on is a black shirt with black pants. My hair isn't brushed the best and I don't think the green dye is making any of the other fancy customers very comfortable with me. I chuckle and hug her neck.

She jumps slightly but when she realizes its me she smiles.

"Hi da-er Sam."

I chuckle.

"Hi Emily."

This guy that kinda looks like a butler pulls out the chair across the table. I laugh nervously and thank him, sitting down. When he levels I stare at Emily. She's so beautiful. I'd rather she didn't take so much time putting her make up on for this date but whatever. She's still the prettiest person I have ever met. I'm glad she agreed to this date or else I probably would have been more than cranky to get out of bed this morning.

She squints at me and has a raised brow. My face turn red and my eyes widen. I haven't even realised but I was staring at her for a few minutes. I bite my lip, thinking of something romantic to say.

"Nice eyes."

Wow so romantic, daphne! I look around panicked but she seems rather pleased with my comment.

"Er....I mean they are beautiful. I could stare in them all day."

I sigh. That wasn't as bad.

She giggles slightly. Which by the way, is fucking adorable.

"Just don't stare in my " beautiful eyes" too long. I'm hungry!"

I smile and look at the menu. She picked a pretty fancy place to have this date. A little too fancy for either of our tastes, but they'll have to do. The menu has a bunch of mumbled writing that looks like some kind of foreign language. Well duh! This is a French resteraunt, you idiot!

I gulp getting a little nervous. I don't know what any of this means but there are some picture to help me out. Thank you! I look at these noodles that look pretty good and think that's what I'll get. Emily keeps glancing at me nervously, looking like she want to say something, but doesn't comply. I tilt my head to the side.

"Is there something on my face?"

She gulps. Did I sound rude? Oops!

"Uh....no....its just.... I....um....don't know how to read French!"

She says the last part quickly. I nod and my mouth forms an "O" shape. I laugh a little.

"Me neither. I just looked at the pictures!"

She laughs with me.oh my god, that's too cute!

"Thank god for the pictures, am I right?"

I nod in agreement. The butler looking guy comes back and says some French gibberish I don't know nor understand in the least. I glance at Emily and she nods with him, saying something in what I can only guess is French. I thought she said she couldn't read French?

"I thought you said you couldn't understand this."

I look at her suspiciously.

"I size I couldn't read it!"

She corrects me. I point at the picture of what is ant to eat to the butler guy I decided to name tom. Tom nods, knowing that I don't know French in the slightest, and walks off after writing down what to eat. I gulp. That was close. I just hope this date doesn't get any worse. Form the looks of my girlfriend, she would agree.

This is a "Qween_Killer fanfic I'm making. Lol. To be continued! (BTW I was blushing the whole time writing this. O////O)Qween_fangirl123 this is for you! :3 <3