Daisy closed her eyes and let out a slow breath before opening them again. “As long as we’re in private, no more touching me than is absolutely necessary. In public the same thing applies. Hand holding, cheek kisses, hand kisses, anything small but obviously not, like, so small that it’s unbelievable. Those are all okay.”
“Understood,” Arvil smiled, leaning back against his seat. “No unnecessary touches, kisses only on the cheek, hand, forehead?”
“Forehead kisses are fine, too,” Daisy said, pulling her hands into her lap. She spun the new ring around her finger, fidgeting with it. “Anything else?”
“I like neck nuzzles,” Arvil offered her a sly smile. “Anyway, there’s nothing else. As for our story… we’ll say we met at a certain event hosted by my company. You attended to write a story about it, and we bumped into each other. We talked, exchanged numbers and then I finally asked you to marry me. We kept this a secret because of how the media would react. We wanted to have a quiet relationship for a while before coming out of the closet. Is that all right?”
Daisy listened to his idea, nodding along slowly. “That works with me… How long were we dating, though? How long were we friends before that? How long have we been engaged?”
“We’ve known each other for a year,” Arvil answered. “After knowing each other for five months, I directly proposed instead of dating. Five months was enough to realize you were the one for me, and I needed to act before someone tried to take you away from me.”
“All right,” Daisy mused in a mumble, glancing away in thought. “I was probably shocked and needed some time to think, then ignored you for a week. And then you actually came over to talk to me and I agreed…”
“Sounds good,” Arvil nodded. “As long as you don’t try to ruin my wonderful image, I think we’ll be good. Can we order now? I’ve yet to eat breakfast.”
“Yeah, yeah. You could have ordered while you were waiting for me. Then your food would have been cooked as we were taking.”
“I was waiting for you,” Arvil shrugged. “You never told me if you has eaten or not.”
“I have not eaten, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have just started without me,” Daisy said with a shrug. “Oh, look. There’s a waiter right now.”
Arvil called the waiter over before looking over at Daisy.
“What sort of breakfast do you want?” He questioned. “Do you come here often?”
Daisy nodded slowly. “Every once in a while. I usually get pancakes, but I was thinking French toast today.”
“All right,” Arvil nodded before he began ordering. Usually, he and Noah ate together (though the latter often threatened to poison him). Once he was done, he turned his attention towards Daisy. “Okay, shouldn’t we know a bit about each other?”
“That’s would probably be beneficial, wouldn’t it? All right… How about we play twenty questions?” Daisy suggested.
"You ask first," Arvil tapped his finger on the table. "I'll answer as best as I can."
“Okay… What is your favorite color, then?” Daisy asked.
Arvil thought over it before he shrugged.
“I don’t have one,” he answered. “I don’t have preferences in things like that.”
Daisy hummed, nodding slowly. “Interesting… I like gray and light pink.”
“First date fantasy,” he looked her over, grinning. “Every female has those, no?”
“Oh, ugh… I guess…” Daisy crinkled her nose up in thought, looking away. “Actually, I don’t think I have one, to be honest. I’ll pretry much take anything as long as it’s not something dirty, like cleaning or fishing or something.”
“Well, the first date should at least be clean,” Arvil responded, his phone buzzing, signaling a text. He ignored it. “As you’ve already guessed, I don’t have one, either. Wow, this is getting incredibly unamusing.”
Daisy snorted quietly, nodding in agreement. “We’re very boring people, apparently… Okay. If you weren’t president of your company, what would your dream job be?”
“Oh no, I’m not boring,” Arvil shook his head. “I’m fabulous company. Can’t say the same about you.”
He grinned as if to show he was joking.
“I’d still be making games and tech,” Arvil shrugged. “The company originally only created tech, not games. When my father gave me half the company, I added gaming to it.”
“So you’re actially doing something you enjoy, then,” Daisy mused, sipping on the water the waiter had brought a moment ago. “I would be a writer. Not for a newspaper, but actual novels.”