"Where could we possibly be going that this is appropriate?" Lola asked, holding up a t-shirt with a cartoon avocado on it and a pair of black yoga pants, which was what Miles returned with after bragging about how he was going out to buy her something to wear on their date. She was completely perplexed.

"Ummm… Pajama party?" Frankie suggested, clearly just as confused as Lola was. "I don't know, but I'm sure he came up with something magical. Tristan always used to gush about how thoughtful and creative Miles was when it came to…" Frankie stopped speaking when she realized she'd mentioned Tristan. Sore subject.

Lola stripped her clothing off and replaced it with the avocado shirt. It was cute, for sure, and it was totally something that she would wear, but not on a date. Especially not a first date.

"I just don't get it." Lola said, looking at herself in the mirror. She just looked silly now. She had her hair curled, with her grown out bangs pinned back, a really good makeup job done, and then… avocado pajamas. Whatever this date was, she was dying to figure it out. The mystery was driving her crazy.

Frankie's phone buzzed and when Frankie checked it, she smiled. "Go downstairs. Miles is ready for you."

A deep exhale escaped Lola's lungs. The mystery was about to be unveiled. She just hoped it wasn't something weird. Or disappointing. Although, with how long she'd been waiting on this date with Miles, she wasn't sure if anything would be disappointing. They could just cuddle on the couch all night and she'd probably write ten pages in her diary about how much her heart fluttered and how amazing it all was. It wasn't the date, it was the guy the date was with. And she had decided that whatever awaited her downstairs… She was going to embrace it, because it was Miles.

Lola walked down the stairs with sock feet, figuring that this get-up didn't require the sexy black heels that made her butt look amazing that Frankie had helped her pick out. The ensemble just didn't really match. She approached the kitchen, where she could hear Miles clanging around.

As soon as her eyes met Miles's, a grin broke out on her face. "Did you get the hint?" Miles joked. His face was covered in an avocado mask, just like the one that was coating Lola's face on the night that they first slept together. "Avocado?"

"Could use some salt." She joked, swiping a finger on Miles's cheek and having a taste, calling back to what Miles had said when she was mixing up the masks for failed girl's night all those months ago.

"I'm so glad you remember what this is about, or else I would feel and look incredibly stupid." Miles said, pulling Lola in for a kiss. All of this felt more than right. It felt perfect. Their kiss deepened and for a moment they got lost. The world around them ceased to exist. It was just them. Just Miles, and just Lola.

Once they broke from their kiss, Miles kept Lola pulled close. "So, I didn't get a chance to tell you how beautiful you look." He said. "You always do." He brushed his lips against her chin, then her jaw, then her neck. "I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Take off that makeup. You and I are having a night in."

Miles handed Lola a makeup wipe and Lola self consciously accepted it. Sure, Miles had seen her without makeup more than once. She barely wore makeup when she was just around the Hollingsworth house with Frankie, and she wasn't wearing makeup when she'd lost her virginity to Miles, but it felt different in the context of a planned date. She enjoyed makeup. She considered it her armor. It made her feel pretty and strong and important and in control. But she wiped the makeup off of her face and left herself bare.

"You look so beautiful like that." Miles said, taking the wipe that was now covered in makeup out of her hands and throwing it into the trash. "Now close your eyes." He said, swiping his fingers into the bowl of avocado mixture and spreading it onto Lola's face. The feeling of Miles's fingers rubbing against Lola's face felt incredibly intimate. Which was strange, because she'd gotten plenty of facials in the past, but it had never felt like such an intimate experience. She could feel his breath brushing her nose. She could hear his fingertips scraping the bowl. Every noise and every movement felt amplified. It was weird, but nice. "And now you look even more beautiful." Miles added with a bit of sarcasm in his voice as he finished applying the avocado mixture to Lola's face.

"Yeah, this is my best look for sure." Lola said in response. Their faces were inches away from one another, and it was clear that they were both restraining themselves. They wanted to kiss so badly. But that's not what they were going to do. "So, why was this your idea?" Lola inquired. It was thoughtful and sweet, but she was expecting something extravagant from Miles. He tended to like to impress.

Miles reached his hand out for Lola to take and lead her to the dining room table where there was an impressive spread of food that Lola hadn't even noticed, though… Now that she noticed it, she couldn't stop breathing in the heavenly scents. It was definitely Argentinian food. "Because, I don't want to show off. You want me for me, not my money." Miles started. "And yeah, I'm going to spoil you, don't get me wrong, but…" He paused to pull out a chair for Lola, who was stunned by everything surrounding her.

"Tonight is about us, not where we go or what we do. It's about us. Sure, I could take you to a five star restaurant or some crap like that… But this is what I want with you. I want to sit across from you with silly face masks on, eating the best Argentinian food in town, sharing a bottle of champagne and just talking."

It was probably obvious to Miles that Lola was completely taken aback by how thoughtful this all was. She opened her mouth to speak as Miles disappeared into another room and when he returned champagne bottle in hand, she'd finally gotten some words. "Best Argentinian food in town, huh?" Lola teased. "This doesn't look like it came from the Cantina."

She wanted to reply to the rest, but something inside of her was holding back. She didn't know why. This was exactly what she had always wanted. Someone who wanted her for who she was. Someone who just wanted to know her and get close to her and treat her like a human being. But something just wouldn't allow her to be open with her emotions. Not yet. Maybe the champagne would help, though.

"Is it okay for you to drink champagne? You know, with your past…" She trailed off, not wanting to just straight up say 'drug addiction' in the middle of a romantic moment.

Miles grinned. "I'm only going to have one glass." He said. "I learned in London that I'm fine as long as I control myself and only drink when I'm in a good headspace. And I am definitely in a good headspace right now." He said.

"Oh, and about the food… No, it's not from the Cantina. It's…uh," He paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Lola. She unfolded the note and basically squeaked with excitement as she read it. The meal had been made with love by her father and her grandparents. Miles had gotten them involved in this too. It was so strange and personal, and almost felt a little violating to get her family involved in a first date, yet she couldn't help but find it endearing. He went the extra mile to really ensure that everything was perfect, and Lola just didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky.

Miles poured a glass of wine for himself and then for Lola. "To us?" He said. It felt like a movie, she couldn't deny, but in a good way.

"To us." She replied, clinking her glass against his and taking a sip. She decided that if things were going to feel like a movie, she wanted to participate too. So why not say something cliche in response? "And to our future." She added. "Whatever it may bring."