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He had picked her up at her dorm’s front door, deciding last minute to not give her Maybeck’s recommended pick up line. She told him she would be right down and so he waited, ignoring the wandering eyes of many other students. Fame really was a pain.
“I’m so sorry! I was trying to finish this level in Braid since I spent a few minutes on it and I didn’t want to figure it all out again.”
Willa Angelo looked gorgeous in Philby’s eyes, short brown hair kept out of her eyes with a simple golden clip. He didn’t understand why her natural beauty always took him by surprise; they had been friends for 5 years, working together, fighting together and each other sometimes, but she could still leave him speechless.
“You did say not to dress up, right?” She pointed to her simple jeans and black tank top.
“Yeah. Nothing too crazy. I promise,” Philby finally said, offering his arm which she took with a smile.
Willa looked at him as if analyzing his mind, a questioning look in her brown almond eyes. She looked down at his jeans and red t-shirt, his red hair, his shoes.
“You’re not checking me out, are you?”
Willa shook her head. “Rock climbing.”
Ah, and the game had begun. The redhead smirked. “Try again.”
“Twenty questions?”
He shook his head. “I thought you were better than that.”
Willa scowled and Philby’s face fell.
“Sorry, that came out wrong. I just meant-“
“You should give me a clue if you’re going to be so smug. All I’ve got is your text and your outfit to help me out.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. It’s has to do with L.A.’s culture.”
“Wow. That sure was helpful.”
Philby turned to argue, to tell her that it was a great clue and she was just being facetious, but when he turned, she saw her smiling, her eyebrows narrowed in the cute way they did when she was thinking seriously about a problem. He shut his mouth quickly and opened the door to a red car sitting in the sun. She slid in with a small ‘thanks’ but otherwise stayed focused on her task.
“No idea ye-“
“Okay the Getty Villa is one of the most famous museums in L.A. and it’s based off of that place in Herculaneum. It has quite a bit of history and prestige here.”
He smirked again and felt a surge of pride that he had decided to not take her to the Getty Villa; he had been right in assuming it would be the first place she’d guess and of course, in making that decision he had to rule out the Getty museum itself. That would have to wait for another time.
Willa took one look at Philby’s expression and frowned. “Okay then. Not the Getty Villa…”
“Want me to tell you the direction we’re headed in?” he conceded.
“Don’t you dare,” she stated, closing her eyes. “I’m going to get this. I just need to think.”
“That’s my girl,” he said without thinking. She opened one eye and flashed him a smile before closing them again.
He turned on the car and started driving while Willa remained blind, making sure to not gain any unfair advantage.
Ten minutes passed and Willa had named about 10 different museums, the Griffith Observatory, the Culver Hotel, different Disney related places (which both had quickly dismissed with a laugh), and Broadway Theater.
“Okay, okay what time is it?” she asked.
“It’s 1:30.”
“So it’s lunchtime. We’re going to eat, right?” She opened her eyes to give him an inquisitive look. Her stomach let out an involuntary gurgle and her date laughed, holding onto the wheel tightly to not lose control.
“Maybe.”
“Dell.”
“Okay, yes, we’re going to eat.”
The darker skinned girl closed her eyes and stayed quiet for a couple of more minutes and Philby glanced sideways with worry; had she given up already? But then he noticed the way her lips were moving, listing different restaurants and cafeterias.
After another minute, Willa pouted. “Dell, there’s a ton of history in Los Angeles and there are over 16,000 different food places in the city too! You can’t expect me to list all the places I know. Is this what you think people do to their girlfriends on their first date?”
“No, but then again, most people don’t go on their first date after they’ve already said I love you,” he teased.
Willa didn’t blush like he expected her to. Instead, a small smile worked its way onto her face. “Yeah well most people don’t start their relationships with sexts.”
Philby’s face turned the color of his hair and he shook his head. His date took one look at his expression and burst into loud peals of laughter, like bells ringing, which did nothing to calm the genius’s memories of their past encounters. “I can’t believe we actually…I mean some of the things we said…” A laugh worked its way out of his mouth until he was laughing as loud as she was.
“They were pretty ridiculous at times, weren’t they?” Willa finally said, holding her side as another small laugh worked its way out of her system. “Oh that was fun.”
Philby thought about what the smooth-talking Maybeck would have said in this instant and raised an eyebrow. “Does this mean you’d like to again?” He instantly regretted it and felt worry pool in his stomach.
But Willa didn’t seem to have heard, a fact which loosened the knot in his stomach. Instead, Willa opened her eyes with a huge grin and yelled. “The Los Angeles Farmers’ Market! The original one by The Grove!”
The redhead smiled. “That’s the one.”
Willa let out an out of character cheer and laughed. “Told you I could get it. Not trying to get to my heart through my stomach, are you?”
“If I was trying to win Finn’s heart, I might do that,” he said with another smile. “But I figured you’d be interested in the history. It opened in 1934 and-“
Willa placed her hand gently on Philby’s arm, stopping the beginning of a nervous or haughty rant, he wasn’t sure which it would have been yet. “It sounds like the perfect place. Besides, I’ve heard they’ve got good homemade ice cream.”
“And a store dedicated to spices and Brazilian barbeque…Maybe I am trying to win your heart through your stomach after all,” he said, parking in an empty spot.
“Well then, if it works, maybe I’d like to again.” Willa said with a flirty smile before her face turned red and she slid out of the car.
Philby stayed glued to his seat in shock. She had heard his question; he was sure his face was redder than his hair at this point, but he couldn’t help the smile that slowly worked its way onto his face.
“Dell, you alright? Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.”
Willa’s voice came from behind him, embarrassed and nervous. Philby got out of the car and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, kissing her with as much passion as he could. They pulled away breathless, red-faced, but grinning. “So, I think we should make this the best meal of your life.”
