Avery clutched Atticus's hand. "You do too." He exclaimed, his face still a shade of red along with the tips of his ears. "I like your robes, they bring out your wings." He muttered nervously, never the best at giving or receiving compliments. This was not their first date, he didn't need to be so nervous, he reminded himself.
Tessa pulled back and tapped Runner's red cheeks. "You're never going to get out of that, are you?" she asked with a smile. It's kinda cute.
"Mostly likely not." He smiled back, feeling it grow a shade deeper.
She chuckled and gave him a quick peck before asking, "How much longer until food? I'm seriously withering away right now."
"My internal clock says another thirty minutes, but I was distracted for a moment."
(Can we say there are some randoms at the dinner since otherwise, this place would be really empty?)
(Yeah, I got it)
A few more couples began to trickle inside of the restaurant, none of them dressed as well as Tess, but still good enough to be considered "fancy." Runner watched them with mild amusement, his hands still holding Tess's.
(I'm not good with randoms ;-;)
(It's alright)
She watched them too, sizing up everyone's attire and smirking to herself when she found no one dressed quite like her. And once again, I've outdone myself. Mental high five. Her gaze drifted to the dance floor. "You think we'll be able to dance before the host gets here?"
Angel boi dresses better then everyone, Avery dresses like a trash bag.
Music began to kick on, playing Headstrong by Trapt. "I am not about to go dance."
Tessa snickered. "Oh, I think you are."
"Not in these shoes. And not in front of people, either," he said, grinning slightly.
She patted his head. "You poor, poor soul." She smiled. "Fine, we'll stay here. But you're giving me at least one slow dance."
He compromised. "Alright, fine. But your toes will be bleeding by the time it's over."
"Pretty sure they already are. Really should've taken the time to find the ones you picked out. They looked way comfier."
(I'm gonna have to go)
(Okay)
He shrugged. "If the world listened to Runner, it would be a much better place."
She laughed. "I can wholeheartedly agree to that!"
"You really shouldn't. It would be up in flames by the end of the week."
"More fun for me."
He rolled his eyes, grinning slightly.
The song ended, and then George Micheal's Careless Whispers came on, starting off with that signature saxophone solo. Runner began humming it lightly, his head tilting back and forth to the rhythm. Then he suddenly turned to Tess. "Think they'd let me do a bit of karaoke?"
(Have you heard of the band Nothing More?)
(I have exactly one song by them, and it's coincidentally Let 'em Burn.)