Bud looked at his watch as he sat in the restaurant alone. Megan was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He didn't want to think about her blowing him off because he couldn't handle that. He got out to call her when he saw her walk in the door. He hadn't seen her yet today and she looked magnificent. She was wearing a form fitting brown pencil skirt with a chorally pink long sleeved top tucked into it and brown heels that matched her belt perfectly. Her hair was straight, but curled in and she had a smoky eye look going on that he loved.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Peter and I were working on some paperwork and I lost track of time." She smiles as she sits across from bud and sits her purse on the chair next to her.

"It's okay. I was just playing some game on my phone." He chuckles nervously. She picks up the menu and starts reading over it.

"What's good here? I've never been." She asks curiously. Most of the places she went to were high class where the cheapest thing was an appetizer for thirty dollars.

"Um, the ribs are really good." He answered her. Him and Sam always came here and got ribs together.

"I'm not really into food I have to eat with my fingers." She answered without looking at him.

"Then we'd have to go to a different place." He chuckled again. Most of the food here you had to eat with you fingers. In fact, he didn't even think they had forks. "Come on, step out of your comfort zone and get a little dirty." He egged her on.

"Alright, alright." She said. A few minutes later they ordered two plates of ribs and asked for martini's to keep coming. Megan couldn't believe how cheap they were here. It was easy to talk to Megan. She had an opinion about everything and had such extensive knowledge of topics that he found interesting to talk about. After about twenty minutes of conversation their food finally came. Megan just stared at it, not sure what to do.

"Please tell me you've eaten ribs before." He asked her as he tucked his napkin into his shirt like a bib. He didn't want to get anything on his suit.

"I told you I don't eat finger foods." She said matter-of-factly. She had never once in her life eaten ribs. She didn't think she had ever even been in the same room as them.

He got a laugh at this. He was going to have to teach her. "Okay, first you want to put your napkin on like a bib so you don't get anything on your clothes." He pointed to his to show her as an example. She reluctantly did what he said and waited for further instruction.

"You put your fingers on two of the bones on one of the end and pull them apart then take it up to your mouth, like corn on the cob, and eat it until all the meat is gone and that's all there is to it." He watched her perform each step with perfection, managing to get as little sauce on her fingers as possible and even when she did, she refused to lick it off. The one thing he didn't tell her was that she had sauce all around her mouth. By now that had had four martinis each and Megan was starting to feel them. As they walked out of the restaurant Megan stumbled a little and Bud held onto her so she wouldn't fall.

"I'm going to take you home." He told her as he led her to his car. He didn't want her driving even though she was only tipsy.

"No, I'm fine, really." She argued. Her head was a little off, but she felt okay to drive.

No arguing. You can barely walk in a straight line. I'm taking you home." He unlocked his car and opened the passenger side door for her and closed it once she got in. He had had just as many martinis as she, but he was a bigger man and it took a lot of alcohol for it to affect him. He navigated him to her house and he parked against the curb once they got there ten minutes later.

"You want to come in?" She asked as she picked up her purse and unfastened her seatbelt.

"Um, yeah, sure." He answered unexpectedly as he turned the car off and took the keys from the ignition. She led him up to her floor and inside her apartment. He looked around as she got inside and saw it was perfectly cleaned and decorated. He didn't know why he was surprised; it suited her character. She poured two glasses of wine as he sat on the couch. She came over and sat next to him a few minutes later and handed him his glass while taking a sip of her own.

"Enlighten me. This has felt an awful lot like a date. I mean, you paid for dinner, you drove me home, you opened and closed the car door for me, and you laughed at my stupid jokes. No man would do that unless it was something more than two friends going to dinner." She watched out of the corner of her eye as he tensed up and knew she had hit the mark.

"If it felt like a date, then maybe it was." Bud replied. This was going better than he had anticipated. He guessed as soon as she figured out it was a date she would turn the other way, but she wasn't. Did this mean she was really into him?

She answered his question by leaning over and kissing him.