Right….so….it's kinda short but I wanted to put something out since it's been almost TWO MONTHS! More to come. Please don't leave me oh wonderful/amazing readers.

Jena was not "ready for anything." In fact just the opposite. Clark was dressed awfully nice, what if she was underdressed? Ahh! Jena remembered some of the reasons why she hated dating and uncertainty was a big one.

Clark opened the door of the cab so she could get in. After he had seated himself next to her the car started moving. There was an awkward silence for most of the ride. Jena wanted to say something but she was afraid she would sound like a blathering idiot. Again.

"I hope you like sea food." Clark stated, apparently trying to lighten the mood.

"Definitely." That was witty. Jena wondered what Clark would think if she started to beat her head against the window. She'd been beating her head on random objects a lot since meeting him.

Then suddenly the cab stopped and they were at the restaurant. Thank goodness. Clark got out first and turned to help her out. As his hand grasped hers Jena, based on how she knew she felt about him, was expecting a tingle, but as their skin came in contact Jena felt as if she had just reached out and grabbed a cattle prod. More lightning shot through her arm the longer he touched her. She casually looked up at him, wondering if he'd felt something too. As she glanced up and saw his face everything stopped. Clark was looking straight into her eyes with an expression she couldn't define.

"Thirteen-fifty." The cabbie's words pulled them out of their daze. Clark helped Jena out the rest of the way then turned to pay the man. Afterwards Clark turned back to her and offered her his arm, which she eagerly accepted. Jena looked up at the sign of the restaurant and freaked. The restaurant he had brought them to was one of the most prestigious in the city.

"Have you been here before?" Clark asked.

"No…but I've heard good things about it." Jena told him, still trying get her head around the fact that they were about to walk into this place. Unless he'd been planning this date for the past six months, there was no way he could have gotten a reservation.

"Your table is ready, Mr. Kent." Jena had to put a hand up to her mouth to stop it from dropping. The waiter led them to a secluded table in a corner. It was quiet and had a romantic atmosphere. Jena couldn't believe it. Her shock must have evidently shown because Clark took one look at her face then turned away sheepishly.

"The first time I came here with some friends I loved the food so much I wrote a review about it (which apparently brought in quite a few costumers). When the owner heard, he called me up and said anytime I wanted to stop by for a bitehe would be happy to serve." He explained. Clark pulled out her chair then sat in his own. A waiter was at their table in seconds.

"Something to drink?" He asked. "Perhaps some wine?"

Clark looked to her. Great. Now I have to be a wine connoisseur.

"Whatever you want would be fine." Please don't make me choose.

"We'll take a Dom Perignon Rose" He stated after looking over the wine menu for a minute. Whew. Crisis averted.

The waiter left them alone with the dinner menus and their silence. Jena stared at the carte du jour before her for a good five minutes before realizing there weren't any prices. Oh. She should have guessed it was one of those restaurants. She tried not to look tense, but whenever he was around, she turned into a large bundle of nerves.

"So…how's the delivery boy's leg?" Clark asked tentatively.

"Oh! He's doing much better. He got a blue cast and we all signed it. Obviously he won't be working for some time, but we have a replacement." Shut-up Jenna. Why could she not stop talking?

Clark smiled at her. "I'm glad he'll be okay. I'm also glad it was you who got his deliveries. It saved me from an hour long pep talk to get the nerve to call you."

Jenna blushed. He had to get his nerve up to call her? She silently gave him another piece of her heart. If he kept this up he would own all of it. At that moment though, she couldn't think of a better person to give it too.

The waiter came back with their wine asked if we were ready to order. Clark said something that had to do with cheese and clams and Jenna realized she'd forgotten to pick something out. She hurriedly looked down and picked out a random food. With her luck, it would be the most expensive thing on the menu. The waiter then left the two of them alone. Again with silence.

Jenna wondered if all first dates were like this. The guys that Sarah had set her up with before usually talked about themselves the whole time. The ones that she could actually converse with ended up being distant acquaintish type friends that she never spoke to again.

Since Clark (she still a small squeal inside when she said it, even in her head) didn't fit in either of those categories, did that mean that they could be something more than friends. She certainly hoped so. She could just imagine being in a platonic friendship with him. Being the "buddy" that he goes to for advice when he goes to some girl on a date. Jenna decided that was not something she wanted to think about so she tried to take her mind off it with small talk.

"This restaurant smells great." Really small talk.

"Yeah. Every time I pass by I always want to go in and chow down." Clark laughed awkwardly. This was going to be a long night.