When I was on an urge to burst out in embarrassment, a waitress came to our table and Johnny took his hand out from my hair. And I let out a breathe. The date is going so not good.
While he was giving his order, I did a mental decision that when we will have our further conversation, I won't blush a little. Not even a bit! And that's my first and last decision.
He ordered a peach tea and I only went for a milkshake. I was so lost in the thought what he might tell me further that I accidentally ordered a strawberry milkshake - which I hate the most. But at this moment, I can consider it.
"I don't even know what to talk about." He started. "I basically know everything about you."
"Yeah.." I quietly laughed. "So, you brought me on a date but...don't you have a girlfriend?" I had to ask.
