A/N This is just a short story about Ian taking Amy out for a first date. R & R!
Ian smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. When he asked Amy on a first date, he had never expected it would go so well. Right now, he was about to go get their takeout supper, Amy's choice.
"So, were do you want me to get dinner?" Ian asked. Amy thought for a moment.
"Well, how about McDonalds? It's pretty inexpensive, and their food is alright." Ian wanted to say he'd much prefer a place where they served food actually worth eating, but he bit it back. He had never been to McDonalds, but if it made Amy happy, he would just have to live with it.
Amy gave him her order and directions, and he head out in his bright red Lamborghini. He had considered taking a limo, but he decided against it. After all, he was seventeen, and he wanted to show Amy that he didn't need a limo driver all the time.
After taking six wrong turns, driving through two red lights, and getting a ticket, he finally found the McDonalds. After all that, they better serve caviar, he thought.
He walked in to the building and noted, to his horror, the dirty floors. Yes, you might be thinking, what normal teenage guy notices restaurant floors? And the answer is, Ian Kabra.
Ian stepped carefully into line, and looked at the menu. He had no idea what to get for himself. A hamburger? Chicken nuggets? A happy-what?
He decided to get a happy meal, whatever that was. It couldn't be all that bad.
After ordering Amy's food (he shuddered at the prospect of French fries), the cashier asked him if the happy meal was for a boy or girl. Ian looked at the man strangely, but said a boy.
He collected the food bag and drove to Amy's house. They sat down at the table and Amy started pulling out food.
"Ok, here's for me…my chicken sandwich…and…Ian, you ordered a happy meal?" Ian shrugged.
"I didn't know what anything was." Amy started giggling as she pulled out the happy meal box covered with pictures and games for kids. Ian's mouth dropped open.
"I have to eat out of that?" Ian asked, shocked.
Amy was laughing harder now, "It…giggle…it's a…chuckle….kids meal! I hope you like stuffed animals, because…snort…you get your very own horsy!" Ian smirked and held up the stuffed horse.
"For you, madam." Amy took it and smiled. I like her smile, Ian thought as he drank out of his tiny milk bottle.