We didn't go to Chinatown, We went to this really fancy restaurant I read about in my parents NYC dance and dine guide (yup it was a dancing place), I guessed we weren't in for ice cream the moment I opened the door and noticed he was wearing this dark gray tuxedo with a dark green tee of The Smiths below (his shirt was unbuttoned) and some flowers in his hand. Lilies incidentally.
-Hello Justin, Wazzup?
(I practiced 3 hours in the mirror and it still sounded dumb)
-Hey Lilly, You look amazing.
-Uh...Um, thanks.
-Are your parents home?
-Uh-huh, why?
-I thought I'd meet them, I mean I already do, kind of.
-When? Where? Why?
-School events at prep school?
-Oh right, but why would you want to meet them?
-Because I want the parents of the girl who I'm taking on a date to know the guy who's taking their daughter out?
-Uh.
-It will be fast and I'll try to be cool.
-I'm not worried about you. It's them.
-I'm sure they're cool, you just can't see it 'cause you live with them.
-If you insist, just don't say I didn't warn you.
-I won't.
-And don't blame me if they say embarrassing stuff.
-So where are they?