Promise Me A Kiss! (Drew)

Waiting for Drew to arrive, Rebecca remembered that this was going to be her first date. She had been so focused on the Agnes situation that she failed to realize how unprepared she was. Was there supposed to be a difference between hanging out with Drew and being on a date with him? Maybe she was supposed to flirt more? She barely knew how to do so to begin with. It turned out it was easier to stop analyzing her thoughts of Agnes when she was busy being anxious about her date.

>> "Hey there."

Rebecca returned from her introspective panic, noticing Drew's arrival with a bright yellow flower. The anxiety subsided as a blush arose in her cheeks. "Hi Drew! Ye shouldnae 'ave!" She took the flower and inhaled the sweet scent. "It's beutiful."

Okay, so it was a good start to the date. "After ye," she gestured to the door, ready to follow his lead into the restaurant.

>> "Pretty flower for a pretty girl, if you want to be corny."

Rebecca smiled, giggling at Drew's self-awareness. "Ah think Ah dae, thank ye. Ah never had many boys aroond, so th' corniness is still cute tae me." Flirting of any kind still got her pink in the cheeks and hot under the collar, but flattery and cheesy lines still had a charm to her.

>> "So, how are you today?"

A rather innocuous question, but she supposed small talk was the easiest start to the date. "Oh, a really typical day. School, a day off from work, hanging out wi' Gina." Normally that would have also involved hanging out with Gina's sister, but lately, Agnes was a rarity in Rebecca's life for whatever reason. This is not about her. A lie, but it got the job done. "Ah needed a regular day after th' costume day at work."

Just as Rebecca was finished mentioning her work experience, the hostess returned and pointed them to a table near a window. Rebecca stood up with a polite smile. "Thank ye!"

She led the way to the table and took her seat, looking at the menu in front of her. Reading the unfamiliar names and looking at pictures that she had never seen until her very brief experience googling "sushi" the nigh before, she remembered how clueless she was. "Have ye ever had sushi before, because Ah must confess, Ah have nae idea what tae get." She liked fish, and she saw names like "salmon" and "tuna" but they were often followed by words she did not know. What was the difference between a "roll," "maki" or "sashimi?"

>> "Then shall I tell you that your eyes are like stars in the heavens or some such line?"

Drew was quite the joker, but he had the wit and charm to get her to chuckle at the cheesiest of lines. Then again, Rebecca was not going to turn down a a compliment because it was corny; it was cute and silly and just fine by her. "Do whatever ye'd like," she joked.

>> "Costume day?"

Rebecca glanced up from her menu before she realized why Drew was confused; there were only a few people at the mansion that knew where she worked. "Oh, tha's right. Ah work at a wee comic shop in th' city, an' we had a promotional day this week. That means employees had tae costume up." She thought back to her Miracle Girl costume, with it's yellow mask and just-a-tad-too-short dress. "It wasnae as bad as Ah thought it'd be."

She thought about telling him about the costume and how shy she was in it initially, but a young male waiter approached the table. He introduced himself as their server and asked if they would like to start with a drink or an appetizer.

Rebecca scanned the drink options, (leaving appetizer selection to Drew if he wanted one.) She noticed something that sounded exotic and (hopefully) delicious. It was a day to try new things after all. "Can Ah have a glass of mango juice?" The server nodded and turned his attention to Drew.

>> "Well you'll have to let me know when the next one is. Don't want to miss out on you in a costume again."

Rebecca giggled, which was a good defense mechanism to hide nervousness, which was what came with the idea of people she knew seeing her in costumes with itty-bitty skirts. It was somehow easier to manage handling it when it was for a group of strangers, which allowed her more distance than friends, not to mention a boy like Drew. She would wonder every other time she saw him if he was thinking about the Scot in the green skirt or the red spandex. "Maybe, but ye better nae tease me!"

>> "So, how did you meet Agnes and Gina?"

An innocent question about her friends, even if he unknowingly brought up the one topic she wanted to avoid. Still, she replied, "Well, ye know Gina. She was th' first one Ah met here. She basically walked intae mah room an' took me on a tour ay th' mansion." Gina was, after all, predictable in one sense: if you were a person, there was a good chance Gina was going to be your best friend, or at least she'll try like hell to be so.

As for Agnes... "Ah met Agnes in th' garden when she was working. Ah helped tend tae th' plants. It was a good day." She remembered the first meeting, with her innocence as she accidentally unashamedly flirted with Agnes. Still, it was certainly a nicer day than most.

She decided to get off the topic as naturally as she could. The flower Drew gave her caught her eye, laying neatly on the table. "Thanks again fer th' flower. Definitely worth a couple ay brownie points." It was certainly a good opening, at least to the inexperienced girl. For all she knew, giving a flower might be required by social norms. "Ye seem tae know yer way aroond thes whole datin' thing." She was slightly embarrassed, but she decided that being honest might even cut her some slack if she was awkward or just bad at the date. If Ah'm bein' honest, thes is actually mah first date. Ah hope Ah dornt seem tae nervoos!" She joked, hiding how truthful that concern was.

The waiter returned shortly with their drinks, placing them on the table. Rebecca swiveled the straw in her direction and took a sip of the beverage. The sweet and tangy flavor excited her taste buds. If this was how the juice tasted, she would have to get her hands on a mango at some point.

The server asked if they were ready to order. "Um, Ah think Ah am, at least." To be truthful, she had not settled on a set-in-stone choice, being more occupied with Drew. She looked back down at the page hastily to choose between the options she had been mulling over before. "Uh, can Ah have tuna maki rolls and... unagi?" She spotted the word and her curiosity compelled her to take a chance on it.

With her order scribbled down on a paper, the waiter turned his attention to Drew.