5
We end up closing down the pizzeria without even realizing it. One second, we were discussing the history of cannoli, and the next thing we knew, they were stacking chairs and mopping the floor around us.
I've never felt this comfortable with someone I just met.
You take my hand and tell me about a coffee shop close by that sells soft serve. You don't ask me if I want to go. Instead, you just pull me down the sidewalk, giving me no choice but to follow.
"I have a car," I offer.
"Yeah, but it's more fun this way."
We stand in line while you contemplate what flavor of ice cream you're going to get. "I know I want a coffee, so maybe coffee ice cream would be best." You tap your chin thoughtfully. "But their cookies and cream is orgasmic. And brownies and milk. Shit, I can't decide."
I step up to the barista and order a scoop of each ice cream you mentioned, along with two coffees, and you smile into my shoulder.
We take a seat in a deserted corner, and you shovel ice cream into my mouth. I've never been a fan of the frozen treat, but you're so cute with the way you make me take a sip of coffee between bites.
"Gotta cleanse the palate."
The flavors go well together.
This date is by far the weirdest I've ever been on. I tell you that, and you smile with a mouth full of brownies and milk ice cream.
"You should know before this goes wherever it's going to go that I'm not normal. In fact, I'm far from it."
"I think I could use a little strange in my life."
You nod in agreement and offer me another bite. "Everyone needs a bit of strangeness in their lives."
Your smile is worth the brain freeze.