He looked up at her and asked, “So how would you feel about going on a date this weekend? If you’re not too busy that is,” he continued as he sipped his float. “I want to take you on a real date. Give you something to remember, y’know?” This time, the tension was gone. He continued talking, “I’ll take you to your favorite Italian restaurant, because you like Italian food, and we’ll go to the CN tower for a little tour. I promise to make it the best night of your life, right next to the dance,” he sighed and looked at Marisol, feeling confident in his request.
“Three dates in a week?” She raised a brow, taking a long sip of her tea. Connor was sweet, and Marisol liked him; she wanted to like him. He treated her like a queen, for christ’s sake. And, Marisol hadn’t had that in so long; hadn’t felt so important. She just hoped they weren’t too fast, or that Connor wasn’t. “Well.. I have my New Year’s party this weekend.” She ran her fingers through her hair, listening to him. It sounded like such an elaborate date, but what caught her was saying it would be the best night of her life, outside of the dance. She’d had fun at the dance of course, and it was a great night, but Marisol wasn’t sure it was the best night of her entire life. Was it the best night of his? She pursed her lips for a second, ordering another tea. “I like the idea though. We can definitely do it, sometime.”