"So, where do you want to eat?" he turned and asked.
"Oh, I don't care. Anything's fine."
"Hmm, I'll just surprise you then. I know you'll like this place," he said sitting back in his seat and setting his eyes directly on the road in front of him. "What kind of music do you like, Em? Can I call you Em?"
I laughed replying, "Em's fine. Call me whatever you want. Now, what kind of music do I like… let's see. Well, definitely country and also like, hard rock verging on metal," I said with a laugh before continuing, "and pretty much nothing in between except for white boy rap like Eminem and Kid Rock."
"Well, that is a strange combination. I like rock too, but looking at you, I wouldn't think you'd be into that. Country though, that was a given that you like country with that southern accent of yours," he smirked looking over at me again.
"Hey, it's not that bad," I blushed as he grinned.
"I think it's cute," he replied as the car pulled into a nice-looking restaurant. Again, Dave got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for me and helping me out.
We walked inside and were seated almost immediately. The waiter brought us the menus. I took a sip of the water that was sitting in the wine glass to the right of me before opening the menu. I looked at the prices and almost choked on my water.
"You okay?" Dave asked while laughing at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied trying to keep cool. There was no way I could afford this. I'd just have to order the cheapest thing on the menu, which was still pushing it.
After a few minutes of us looking over the menu, the waiter returned and asked if we were ready to order. Dave looked at me as I nodded.
"And what will the lady have?" the waiter asked looking over at me.
"May I just have the side salad?" I asked quietly.
The waiter looked at me confused but nodded as he wrote it down.
"Hold on, can you please excuse us for a few more minutes," Dave quickly asked motioning to the waiter as he walked off. "What are you doing ordering a side salad?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't really afford these prices," I said looking down at the napkin in my lap.
"Well just tell me. I'll pay for it. Order whatever you want," Dave said kindly, lifting my chin up and smiling at me.
"Are you sure? I mean, I'm fine with just a salad."
"I'm paying and that's final. Unless you want a power-bomb to convince you," he added while smirking.
"Okay, okay, you can pay," I gave in, blushing.
"Alright then, now when this waiter comes over here, you better order something good, or I'll just have to order something for you."
I took another glance at the menu before looking up at Dave as he motioned to the waiter that we were ready.
"Now, I assume you wish to order something else, Miss?"
"Yes," I blushed before continuing, "I'll just have the filet, medium," I said while handing him the menu and looking over at Dave for approval as he nodded.
"And for you, sir?"
"I'll have the same thing. Thank you," he said, handing the waiter his menu before looking back over at me as the waiter walked away. "So tell me about yourself, Em."
"Like what? I don't really know what to say."
"What about your family. Are they happy that you got this job?"
"They're just glad I'm not a wrestler. They've known I've wanted to be involved in the WWE in some way ever since I took an interest in it," I paused looking at Dave and shrugged before continuing, "My parents are actually a bit disappointed just because I went to all the good schools, got good grades, did all the extra-curricular activities, and now I'm just an assistant to wrestlers."
"Well, what do your parents do?"
"My dad's an ER doctor, well, was. He's been retired for a few years. And my mom's just a stay-at-home wife," I answered gazing into Dave's eyes.
"I see," Dave replied staring back into my eyes and smiling. "Say, how old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty-four."
"Youngin'. I feel so old. I'm thirty-one."
"Aw, you're not old. It's only a-," I paused counting on my fingers before continuing, "seven years difference."
Dave laughed at me making fun of my math skills as the waiter returned to the table. He put fresh bread and plates down before walking off again.
"You first," Dave said to me, pointing at the bread basket. I unfolded the cloth and placed a piece of bread on my plate before Dave did the same. We both buttered our bread and took a bite before continuing with our conversation.
The entire time I just stared into Dave's eyes. They were hypnotic to me. It was like I couldn't take my eyes away from his. We talked about everything that evening. Dave was surprised to hear I that I didn't have a boyfriend, but he also admitted that he was single as well which I was glad to hear. The conversation between us continued for about an hour even after we paid the bill. Something between us just clicked. We just had great chemistry. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing as he told me all of his stupid jokes and stories he had.
After glancing down at his watch, Dave announced that it was getting late and we should head to the hotel. I nodded in agreement and began to scoot my chair back but Dave quickly interjected telling me to wait as he made his way over to me and pulled the chair out himself.
"My, what manners you have. Your momma certainly raised you right."
"What can I say? I know how to treat the ladies," Dave cockily replied with a smirk as I playfully smacked his arm. He held out his arm for me to grab onto, which I did, before we walked out of the restaurant and into the car. Again, he opened the door for me and soon enough, we were at the hotel.