Is This a Date?
"The movies and dinner? You really know how to please a girl, Peg." Angie looked over the menu. Le Bernado was one of the fanciest restaurants this corner of the city. In other words, it wasn't really that extravagant, but it was easily the most expensive food joint the young actress had ever stepped inside much less sat down for a meal. "I'd almost ask you if this was a date!" She laughed, glancing up over the menu.
Peggy smiled pleasantly and glanced down in search of something to order. It wasn't a date but it wasn't not a date either. Just like how she didn't offer her friend to live with her because she had a silly crush on her, but it wasn't not a part of her thought process. She opened her mouth to say something witty and deflective in response, but Angie got to it first.
Angie narrowed her eyes in response to Peggy's 'I swear-I'm-not-hiding-anything' behavior. She leaned forward and asked a few notches quieter "…Is this a date?"
In surprise, Peggy looked up at her. Made eye contact. Bad idea. Angie was getting pretty good at knowing when Peggy wasn't telling the whole truth. She struggled with coming up with something to say that both denied the statement but somehow also was a big hint that the answer was a definite yes if Angie wanted it to be.
A waitress interrupted her fumbling with an "are you ladies ready to order?"
Peggy blinked, brought out of her loss for words. "Uhm, yes! Are you…?" She looked to Angie.
She half shrugged and said, "Go ahead."
The two ordered and the waitress left. "White wine? You don't strike me as the type." Peggy asked casually.
"I'm actually more of a beer gal." She said, eyeing her over the table. "You know changing the subject isn't gonna get you out of this." It was playful, but Angie was dead serious. She was, she hoped, getting through that web of uncertainty.
Peggy took a deep breath. She had to answer. Playful was a good sign that things wouldn't go horribly however, and that thought gave her an idea. She smiled. "How do you want me to answer?"
"Nice try English, but that's not gonna work on me." Angie leaned back in her seat, wearing a look of pride for having caught on to Peggy's little trick.
The waitress came back with their drinks. Peggy took hers while Angie let it sit on the table. She crossed her arms and looked at Peggy as if saying your move.
"Well," Peggy started slowly, bringing the glass to her lips, "my answer depends on yours." She added the last bit quickly and took a sip. She let her eyes fall into a dead stare in the general direction of not Angie, feeling partially like she could hide in a cave for ten years and partially like she could run a marathon.
"Alright then," Angie exhaled and took a drink. A smile crept up the corners of her mouth as she added, "it's a date."