As he's scanning the menu, still blushing, all I can think to myself is 'he can't possibly know how many of my buttons he's pushing right now.'To the point where, when the waitress comes, I'm the one who's flustered. When she asks if we're ready to order, I stammer a bit and ask about the specials to stall for time. Her answer literally makes me pinch myself under the table to make sure I'm not dreaming.
"We're actually all out of the entree special for the day. So instead we're offering the endless apps special all night instead of just for happy hour. Any appetizer you want, just keep ordering until you're full! The only catch is, you have to order it for the table."
I look across. "What do you think?"
"Um... I was actually looking at a house salad, I'm not that hungry."
His stomach chooses that moment to growl, loud and long. He looked absolutely mortified.
"Why don't we do endless apps for the table, and I'll have another scotch."
I put my hands on his, trying to be a comfort.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?"
The sheepish grin re-emerges.
"I really like them."
The waitress nods kindly and goes to place our orders. Faced with the prospect of conversation again, he gets nervous and withdraws his hands. Before I let them go, I look him in the eyes and say...
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