A Date for Two

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1) - Chicken Piece

Submitted: September 03, 2018

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A couple of moments later when she had settled down and had wiped her tears away he restarted the car and they went for a restaurant where they booked a table for two. He ordered a platter, a soft drink and some fries while she ordered a cheese burger, a chicken piece and soft drink to accompany. They talked about anything that came to their mind while secretly hoping that the other one will not notice them eating their items, which both did and fought over. A good chunk of cheese burger went down Kirk’s stomach while she just watched with awe at the size of his mouth and appetite.

“You know ... men treat their ladies fairly and don’t snatch their food.” she spat.

“Well, I’m no man, am I?” he smirked, “I’m your baby boy,” and tore out a bite out of the chicken piece which earned him a slap on back of his hand from her. The chicken piece fell back on the plate.

“MY. CHICKEN. PIECE. Hunh,” she said and threw the chicken piece in her mouth that he tore and started munching on it.

“MY. CHICKEN. PIECE.” he growled, grabbing her hand, he bit her index finger. She screeched a bit and immediately pulled her finger and started sucking on it to ease the pain and he just laughed.

“You’re such a brat,” he said slyly as he watched her angry-yet-not-angry face.

“You’re such a jerk, don’t talk to me.” and with that, she dug into her meal intending to finish it before any other accident happens. The course ended without any further happenings but her anger was still undecided. He paid the bill and they both moved out, talking about their next destination.

“Do you want to roam a little bit?” she asked

“Let’s have some ice cream before that,” he replied with a sparkle in his eyes.

“I’m not giving you my finger again, that’s not an ice cream in any sense. Do you understand?”

“No,” he said and rushed open the car’s door and settled in his seat.

“Hello Mr. Hungry for finger, what about me?” she scoffed

“What?” he sounded puzzled, “just open the door girl and sit down will ya’?” and winked her before straightening himself.

“You’re going to get a good beating from me one day,” she said as she settled down in her seat angrily .

“Yeah, whatever” he stepped on the gas, but slowly, and drove around silently until they reached the ice cream parlor.


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