The smell of hot greasy fast food filled up the air. Antonia and Samuel were currently feastingin his car and were listening to iconic metal music of the seventies. The twotalked about their favorite artist, "If they make another tour before retiring, we need to go," Antonia was fascinated with the tune blasting through the speaker. Samuel was taking the time to show off his CD collection to the girl, she was very impressed by the selection he had. "Black Sabbath is great, right? They've got some wicked solos." Samuel of course was feeling the music a little too much and sang along. Antonia took a bite of her hamburger and sighed, she was exhausted from the service. Lifting boxes and pulling wheelies were so physically demanding on the girl but she did her best. Samuel was done talking about the musicians that were collected then moved on to the artwork displayed on the CDs. The girl giggled as he instantly demonstrated the organization of his music from best to worst. "Interesting," the boy looked at her as she made a mess with her meal. "You're fine now, but you were freaking out last week." He said with a crooked smile. She took a moment to reflect on the situation. Mustard collected in a puddle on the wrapper in her lap, she sat down hunched over like an old man, and her hair was pulled in a messy bun. The outfit she had on was rather comfortable, to say the least. She squinted at him as he also wore a hoodie and black joggers. "Whatever, you're an odd one for keeping a note on me for that." He scoffed, "I'm the odd one? Yet we're over here in the car alone with less space between us." She rolled her eyes at him glancing out the window. He began laughing when Antonia said nothing else. "Why'd you get stiff on me? Huh," the girl made a face when he pushed his hand against her shoulder. "Why'd he have to bring that up? We were perfectly fine," the girl thought to herself as the boy shook his head to the song playing, "It's not my fault you make situations awkward. You're boring," she hit at his ego thinking it was going to kill his mood. "Eh... I do all the work anyway. You don't flirt enough with me." She looked at him and tried to think of something else to say. She usually played dumb but knew it wasn't going to work on him. A smirk lingered on his face as he took another sip of his drink, making direct eye contact with her. He took a bite of his corn dog leaving a bit of sauce at the edge of his mouth. She braced herself for any reaction that would happen in the next moment. She quickly used her finger to wipe the sauce off, then popped it into her mouth. She took another bite of her hamburger trying to avoid explaining herselfto him, but the boy simply sat there. He didn't shout at her, his face didn't turn red, he also made no effort to grab onto her. No. He sat there looking at her with hungry eyes. As a matter of fact, she expected full commotion, buther eyes then slowly trailed down to the lower half of his face and considered a certain option that was available. His breathing accelerated as she leaned close to him. He licked his lips to get any sauce that remained, their eyes once again locked. She softly smiled knowing it was unnecessary to rush into something that was still developing. Samuel sat with his back against the seat looking at the wheel. The last songwas then over, and the CD popped out of the machine. Antonia wondered how long it was going to take for him to say something, so she just decided to pick another album for them to listen to. "I'm putting on some Dio," opening the CD case, she switched the items,then paused her movements waiting for it to start. Samuel carefully grabbed the case from the girl and put it in the pocket behind the seat. Reaching behind her, Samuel moved his head over and the girl was only a few inches away from him. As he leaned back a bit, he asked his question he had been holding on to, "When are we having our next date?" She gently fiddled with her hamburger wrapper glancing down, "I'm free next Friday or the Saturday after that." He used his finger to guide her chin to look at him. "Okay," his thumb gently went up and down the side of her cheek. He gently moved his hand down her neck, and parted his lips, "I like it when you look at me as you talk... Don't be shy..." Her heart began racing, "I like it when you touch me." The two teens were red like ripe tomatoes in a summer field. The comment was genuine, meaning that a light touch registered to her as a sincere gesture. But being the type of guy Samuel was, his mind went elsewhere, and he needed to ground himself back to reality. There was a moment of silence after the two separated. Antonia now really wanted to kiss him and knew it was wrong until she was confident in understanding him as a person. Once again she glanced out the window, closing her eyes trailing into her thoughts. He as well wanted to make a move on the girl but kept his word of letting her be the one to do it first. Samuel covered his eyes then mouth as he kept his cool. He let out a big sigh pulling on his joggers. The girl thought it was an appropriate time to know more about the boy since they had been getting in each other's bubble quite fast. "When is your birthday again?" A giggle escaped from the boy as he threw away his napkin in the white paper bag. The question was funny to him as if they weren't about to indulge in each other. He smiled at her with an idea of how she was going to react, "It's on the 8th."