The two walked for a while before Stephanie spoke.
"Its beautiful out today. Not too hot not too cold just a nice breeze rolling through." She smiled and let the breeze play with her hair. Thomas smiled at her, he liked how at peace she always seemed to be. How she always smiled when she saw him.
"Thomas? You there? I asked if you wanted to head back now?" Thomas shook his head 'no' and pointed to a tall shady tree nearby .He walked over to it and sat down legs stretched out in front of him. Stephanie sat between his legs and leaned her head back on his chest. He smelled like the woods or like a basement which made sense since he spent most of his time down there.
"Its so pretty out here," she said. Thomas had never been outside much be he agreed. Here he was sitting outside on a nice day with the girl of his dreams. This was something he had never dreamed of. It made him happy.
The two went back to house sometime before dinner. Stephanie stopped before she opened the door.
"I had a lot of fun today Thomas, I hope you did too," she said taking his hand in hers. He smiled under his mask and nodded happily. "Great! Let's do this again sometime!" She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, well what part she could considering it was mostly covered with a mask.
Thomas blushed completely red and froze up. He never had much affection shown to him and didn't know what to do. He just stood there. Stephanie pulled away and chuckled a little.
"I hope you know how special you are. Not many boys get a kiss on the first date." Stephanie gave Thomas a small wave and then went into the house leaving Thomas on the porch.
Later Thomas was in the basement carving up the new meat, it was some hippie teenager. Now that he thought about it she looked a lot like Stephanie but not a beautiful, no one was. At the thought of her he touched his face where she had kissed him. He grinned at the thought of her doing it again. He wondered if she would ever kiss him on the lips again. His horrid, scarred lips.
He pushed those thoughts away and tried to go back to cutting up the meat. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. She looked too much like Stephanie. How could he hurt someone he loved even if it wasn't her he still saw it as her. He moved her off the chopping block and to a chair in the corner where she could keep him company and watch safely.
He picked up the new new meat and went back to carving.