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I've had all kinds of relationships in the past. When you live as long as I have, you adapt with the times. I've had flings, one night stands, friends with benefits, and even the handful or so of serious commitments. I've seen those I love get old and then held their hands as they passed from this world. It was never easy and never a forgetful experience but I did it. Who knows what Amelia could become to me? All I know is that tonight she is smoking hot and she's flirting back so I can only assume she's willing to see what comes out of tonight. Usually I would rather slit my wrists than touch a vampire but Amelia is different. She's worth it. She seems amused by my comment about the v-card, assuring me that it's long past. I grin. "Well there is that reconstructive surgery but I don't know how your body would handle that." I laugh lightly. I tilt my head when she mentions us maybe never seeing each other again and I scowl for a moment. "Well I certainly hope that doesn't happen. I happen to enjoy your company. We should do something like this again sometime. Though maybe with a menu that I can actually understand." I smirk teasingly. I laugh when she says that she spent everything on dinner. "Lucky for you then that I like Walmart. They have just the right amount of everything. What's not to like? You spoil me." My eyes twinkle with mischief. The waitor comes back and we both order. I understand quickly why she ordered the steak rare. It makes all the sense in the world after all. When I ask about a toast, she offers one up and I tilt my head with a smirk. "You have indeed showed me how different you are but don't think I'm going to become some kind of vampire groupie or something. My feelings are pretty deep rooted. I will toast to that, though." I raise my glass to clink it with hers, taking a sip with a pleasurable "mmm" sound in my throat. I rub my stomach as the food arrives. It smells delicious. I can see her cutting up her food all classy-like so I reach for my utensils. I've always wondered why there's two forks. Why would you need two? And why is one longer than the other? Is it for when you order a thicker steak than the average? Is there a way to ask for a thicker steak? I could go on this path forever in my mind but I should probably focus. I do an eenie meenie moe song in my head as my hand hovers over the utensils before I finally reach for one and the knife. I cut into my bird and take a bite. It doesn't taste bad just...different. I finish off the bird in no time and my sides, not putting down my utensils till my plate is clean. I've never been shy about eating. At her questions, I smile and make a show of dabbing my mouth with my napkin as I see the other customers doing. I'm trying to blend in anyway. "You should never underestimate a decent cheeseburger. The meal was awesome though, very rich. I like that I didn't have to shoot the bird and pluck it before I could eat it." |