Ella was really nervous about this first date, so was Iggy. They walked out the door, holding hands. He heard her footsteps and followed them down to a sidewalk. They walked down to a small breakfast place. "Hi, can I have a table for two?" Ella asked the man at the podium. He led them to a table near the window.
They sat down quietly. Ella read the menu to Iggy. "There's a pancake platter. It's got two sausages, an egg, and three big pancakes."
"I'll have two of those," Iggy decided.
"Okay, I'll have the French toast," Ella said. She really didn't know what to talk about. They ordered and sat in an awkward silence, waiting for their food to come.
"What's your favourite colour?" Ella asked suddenly. Iggy looked up thoughtfully, scratching his chin.
"I don't know. I like every colour," he said. Ella sighed, thinking of what to say next.
"What colour do you like touching the most? Like, what object?" She asked.
Iggy sat thoughtfully again. "I like touching TVs, 'cause they have all those different colours that change a lot," he said.
Ella nodded, even though he couldn't see. "I like touching soft stuff," Ella said. She leaned over the table and touched his hair. "Soft."
Iggy blushed. He really liked Ella, and he was afraid of embarrassing himself.
The food arrived. "This food sucks!" Ella complained. She though it tasted like some sort of seewead or something.
"It's fine," Iggy disagreed. "Well. I shouldn't say that. I like anything." He smiled.
"How about we just walk back to your place," Iggy composed.
"Uh, yeah. Can we take a bit of a detour?" Ella asked.
Iggy nodded and they got up from the table. They paid the bill on left.
Ella took Iggy down a sideroad. She took his hand. Iggy's face turned red.
Ella found more colourful subjects to talk about. A few feet from the house, Ella stopped. She took Iggy's other hand and said, "stay still."
She leaned in slowly, but Iggy suddenly pulled away. "Sorry! Sorry!" he apologised. "I hear something over there!" He pointed to the west.
Ella ran into the house and got the rest of the flock. They got into fighting positions. "Ella! Mom! Stay inside! Somewhere with no windows!" Max shouted.
They obeyed. This seemed like it was going to be a bad fight.