"Well, the best in recent memory, at least," I reply with a small smile when I noticed the look on his face. I'm probably admitting too much with all this, but I don't think he's freaking out. Or I hope not anyway.
He scoops up some more food and I bite my lip as I peel off a strip of fried chicken. His cheeks go all puffy, his lips shiny with grease and I can't help but laugh again as I give an awkward, maybe slightly self-conscious shrug.
"Maybe," I confess, eating the little strip. "But don't you dare chirp me. It's not like I've done this much before and you're... well, you're you. Do you know how many people back home would kill to go on even just one date with Jack Zimmermann?"
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Date: 2016-05-26 03:49 pm (UTC)He scoops up some more food and I bite my lip as I peel off a strip of fried chicken. His cheeks go all puffy, his lips shiny with grease and I can't help but laugh again as I give an awkward, maybe slightly self-conscious shrug.
"Maybe," I confess, eating the little strip. "But don't you dare chirp me. It's not like I've done this much before and you're... well, you're you. Do you know how many people back home would kill to go on even just one date with Jack Zimmermann?"