forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil nodded and tugged her to the side, leading her to a two-seat table. He pulled the seat back for her, grinning at her and winking. "There we go. The window side."

Daisy rolled her eyes and sat down. “Thank you. What do you recommend here? Or have you not been here before?”

“It’s my first time here,” Arvil admitted. “But like I said, I’ve heard their shawarma and spicy chicken wings are amazing.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll probably get the shawarma, then. Since I’ve never had it,” Daisy said as she picked up the menu and glanced through it.

"All right," he hummed. "I prefer a chicken one. There are some with french fries added, too, if you like those."

“I think I’ll just get a basic one. With chicken,” Daisy hummed, her eyes skimming the pages.

"How spicy do you like it?" he questioned, never taking his eyes off of her. Was it silly of him to pretend that they were on a real date, and not a fake one?

“How spicy does it get? I can handle a bit of heat, but not too much,” Daisy mused, glancing up at him. She caught his eye and blinked, giving him a small smile.

Her smile caused his heart to race, but Arvil played it smoothly. "It gets really spicy," he answered, wanting to reach out for her hand. "You can tell them how much you want it to be."

“So probably something with a smile or medium heat, then,” Daisy said, looking into his eyes for a moment longer before tearing her gaze back down to the menu.

When she looked away, Arvil released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Yeah. I like it mild, too. Some of the stuff you bring is pretty spicy.”

“Good to know, good to know,” Daisy hummed, glancing around.

“Do you want me to flag a waiter?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow.

Daisy turned her attention back to Arvil and shrugged. “If you’re ready to eat, sure. I was kinda just taking in the room.”

“All right,” Arvil smiled at her before he raised his arm to call over a waiter. One arrived, a notepad in his hands. Arvil greeted him politely and relayed their order. “Two chicken shawarma, medium spices, one vanilla milkshake and one coke. We’d also like one large bag of fries with those, too.”

The waiter nodded, noted down the order and walked away. Arvil turned his attention back to Daisy.

“The milkshake is for you, I assume?” Daisy wondered, cocking her head to the side curiously.

“No,” Arvil chuckled. “That’s for you. But if you want the soda, we can exchange.”

Daisy raised her eyebrows. “Oh. No, that’s good. I was just going to get a water, but a milkshake is better. Thank you.”

“I didn’t really peg you as a soda drinker,” Arvil shrugged. “You always bring milkshake. Or water.”

“I drink soda. Not very often, but I do. Milkshakes are better, so why not get one?” Daisy said with a shrug.

“That’s right,” Arvil chuckled. “Milkshakes are better. So, for the venue…?”

Daisy hummed and pulled it her phone. “We should look some up. Do we want somewhere nearby? Or does distance not matter? I think it should be close within reason. Like, if we find somewhere that we really like, but it’s two hours out of town, then it’s not worth it.”

Arvil slipped his own phone out of his pocket. “I agree,” he hummed. “Nearby sounds better. Truthfully, I wouldn’t mind which one we choose as long as you like it. I think you mentioned a church, maybe?”

Daisy nodded and tapped on her phone a few times. “Sounds good. And yeah, a church would be nice. If they have a big enough space for the reception afterwards, that would be nice, too. Otherwise, we would need to find somewhere else for the reception.”

“Then what about this one?” Arvil slid his phone to Daisy. “It’s thirty minutes away from here at most, but it looks big enough for a reception as well.”