When Catalina opened the door to Palmer, her teeth hitched on to her bottom lips only thinking of the nastiest things to do to him. However, she was gonna keep it classy tonight… hopefully. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” the common comeback for whenever a man complimented a late, ‘cept she didn’t give a fuck about that. Catalina smiled returned to the doorway, feeling the cold hit her face as soon as she left. “Bye Claire, don’t wait up!” The girl screamed, watching her step every time she walked in her heels. I mean, yeah, she could work a pair of Jimmy Choos, but when it came to stairs.. watch out. “Gramercy, huh?” Feeling like she’d be treated like a queen tonight, a smirk became of her lips as she took her seat and picked up the menu. “What’s your favorite here? ‘Cause this.. this all looks like gibberish to me.” A chuckle escaped her lips before placing her handkerchief on her lap.
“Only the best for my lady,” Palmer replied, knowing the line was cheesy. But, he also knew most girls typically liked that cheesy shit, even if they never admitted it out loud. And Catalina was definitely not the one to admit she liked it. He shrugged his shoulders at her question as his eyes took in the menu, agreeing with her statement silently. It was gibberish -- he had no idea what was on it. Truth be told, it was his first time at this place, even though it seemed like he’d been many times before. Stephanie never liked eating out -- she preferred to save their money and making their own dinners. Organic and shit. And yeah, Palmer didn’t mind eating organically, but it got annoying -- he wanted to treat her once and a while and she’d physically reject it. “Uh...” Palmer felt his cheek tinge with red and he chuckled quietly -- fuck. “The, uh, Carciofini Fritti sounds... good. Is good. It’s good. I’ve had it... loads of times.” It was almost obvious the boy hadn’t ate there, but he tried his best to sound convincing.
