One hundred pictures and a makeover later, Cameron and I were heading for his car.
Like usual, whenever he planned date nights, I didn’t know where we were going. When I planned them, I always wound up telling him, simply because I'm bad at keeping secrets and terrible at surprises. Cameron was always the one to have the memorable nights. I had no clue where he came up with such things.
The nights I planned were always fun and memorable too, but sometimes I really had to wonder if his major was really finance, because he was great at event planning. Hence, whenever he announced that we would be having one, I always got excited. Our random nights in and out were almost as fun, but whenever he put the label 'Date night' on it, then I knew I had to anticipate the best to come.
But I especi
