"It's not about the price, I'm a gentleman Amelia." Her eyes glint at the humour of the situation.
"Come on, I'm about to take your company, the least I can do it pay for dinner." She says.
Hard to argue with that logic.
"Fine," I give in "but I'm paying for dessert." She agrees.
When we walk out the restaurant it's dark outside but the city lights and lit building windows illuminate the streets.
"There's a nice ice cream place a few blocks down from here." Amelia suggests, I nod I'm up for anything with her.
I'm walking beside her, my hand inches away from hers. I want so badly to take it into mine. Her soft small hands fit so perfectly in mine. I'm about to reach for it...
"We're here." She says, pointing at a ice cream place, decorated in baby pink and black decor.
"Cookies and
